Mom's Home Movies

Thanks to Literotica member, Smoothed for his help with editing and creative input.

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As he slept, Ben's mind was flashing back to images of the previous night's action: the cooperative blowjob from Taylor and his mom, Tiffany, which escalated to the two women exploring each other in a scene hotter than any porno he'd ever seen. The dreamy images faded as Ben was awakened by his chiming phone. It was a text from Taylor.

-CAN YOUR MOM ADOPT ME? :) -

He smiled and returned her text.

-I'M STILL SMILING FROM THAT. YOU WERE HOT-

-SO WAS MOMMY! OMG!!-

-SEE YOU AT 11. BYE! -

-BYE! -

Ben noticed it was eight o'clock and he was hungry. He went downstairs to see what, if anything, his mom had going on in the kitchen.

And, of course, Tiffany had it going on. Ben was greeted by his mother's supple ass, stretching and hanging out of her red and very short shorts. She wore a thin, white ribbed T-shirt that barely covered her breasts and was barefoot as she worked on breakfast.

"Damn, Mom. You look beautiful this morning." Ben stood with his hand gripping his dick under his workout pants.

Tiffany turned slightly back to him, giving him a great angle to observe the shape of her bulging side-boob. He loved the fact that rarely wore a bra anymore.

"Thank you, Ben! I feel amazing!" Tiffany smiled at her son, then returned to her pan on the stove. She appeared to be in a very good mood as she prepared breakfast, bouncing and jiggling all over the kitchen.

Ben crossed the room to stand directly in front of her. He ogled his mother's heaving breasts, so heavy and full as they swung under her thin shirt at the slightest motion of her body. It didn't matter how many times he had seen them over these past two months, they always looked remarkable. He never wanted to look away.

"So, you were okay with what happened..." Ben was cut off.

"Oh my God, yes! I hope Taylor was comfortable with our little scene-after-the-scene. Do you think she was?"

Ben smiled a lascivious smile as he recalled the three of them in the living room last night.

"Yes, she enjoyed herself. She texted me as much this morning." Ben paused briefly, then asked, "Just out of curiosity, have ever done anything like that before?"

Tiffany chuckled nostalgically.

"Once, when I was about your age. I had a girlfriend who was bi-sexual. I enjoyed it that one time, but it made me realize that I was very much a heterosexual."

Ben tried to imagine his mother with that other woman.

Tiffany was in a light and energetic mood, but thinking about last night, and with Ben's eyes roaming her body, she could feel herself becoming aroused. It wasn't just the thrill of her experience with Taylor she was thinking about, it was the sex with her son. She recognized that her ability to keep their sex life exclusively for the camera was not going to suffice at all. She was going to need more of Ben than what their shooting schedule required, which was sex once every few days. There was also something about performing for the camera, following a script, and having to hide themselves, that made having sex with Ben a less than complete experience.

Ben and Tiffany sat at the kitchen table and ate their omelets. Tiffany had her purple book open and was narrating the events of the day.

"Well, Taylor is set to get here at eleven. Once she's here, we get situated into the bad blowjob scene. Remember- she is performing on you, I catch you, I demonstrate a good blowjob. Then we clean up and review the next scene. It's a good thing we planned all the shots inside. It's pouring out there!" Tiffany looked out the French doors to the pool area and watched the heavy, steady rain splatter into the deep-blue pool.

"Yeah. It's really coming down. Rainy days always make me horny." Ben looked over quickly at his mom. The last comment was more of a private thought he was having than information he wanted to share aloud.

"Isn't that funny! Me too! I've always enjoyed sex in the rain." Tiffany could feel her nipples become hard at the thought. A memory of a time when she and Larry had sex on the patio under the veranda in the rain popped into her mind. She smiled to herself.

"Wow, really? I just meant indoors on rainy days, you know, it's cozy inside, that sort of thing?" Ben's mother never ceased to amaze him. He recalled all those years when she was just his mom; always so appropriate, so proper. During that time, and up until only recently, he always thought her puritanical side was in strong contrast to her sexy body. Since she's been acting in their videos, and their relationship has turned sexual, she seems more balanced, more like her true self. He would hate for her to return to the way she was.

Tiffany replied, "Oh. That's nice too." Ben could see a hint of disappointment on his mother's face.

"Your idea is sexier, for sure." Ben was leering at Tiffany now. His look was not playful or friendly but lustful and serious.

"Let's clean up." Tiffany closed her book and cleared their plates. Ben loaded the dishwasher and the two worked quietly in the kitchen until the mess from breakfast was cleaned and everything set back in place. They shared an energy of purpose.

As they finished, standing in the kitchen, Ben faced his mom; his prodigious erection at full length. Tiffany looked down at her son's cock, straining under the fabric and angled off to the side.

"Something should done about that," Tiffany said, pointing down at Ben's crotch.

Ben could see her nipples form obvious points under her shirt. He watched as they grew and became harder right before his eyes.

Tiffany closed the distance between them, grabbing her son's thick tool over his pants and bringing her lips to his ear.

"Why don't we go play in the rain?" she whispered, squeezing him firmly.

It was a whimsical expression Ben had heard before, but never with the sultry tone that his mom had just used. His penis throbbed in response to her grip, leaking precum into a growing dark spot inside of his pants.

He weakly croaked, "Ggood idea, Mom..." in return.

Tiffany took her son by the hand and opened the door. The warm, humid air felt thick and close, enveloping their bodies as they stepped out into it. Outside, the heavy rain seemed warmer than the air and reminded Ben of being in a shower.

"Don't you love a summer's rain?" Tiffany said loudly over the splashing din of the storm, smiling as she moved closer to Ben.

"It feels awesome, Mom." He smiled back as they shared the electricity of the moment.

Tiffany released Ben's hand and wheeled a cushioned reclining pool chair out into the open. Ben took the opportunity to remove his wet pants and shirt, standing naked next to the lounge chair, the heavy rain soaking his hair. He watched Tiffany's wet, white T-shirt cover her curvaceous bosom making the observation that she looked sexier than any wet T-shirt contest winner he had ever seen. The wet garment clung to her enormous breasts like a coat of thin, white paint.

Tiffany walked around the chair and latched on to her son's engorged cock, giving it a few slow strokes.

"He's ready for action as usual!" She teased.

"I'm always ready for you, Mom."

Tiffany moved her body close enough for her breasts to press against Ben's naked chest. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin, wet shirt. His fingers softly twisted her hard, pointy nipples causing her to gasp. Ben's hands lowered to her sides and he slipped them under the clinging shirt. Tiffany raised her arms over her head as Ben lifted her shirt up and off, watching her large tits bounce and settle in place. Ben was once again so taken by her perfectly huge breasts that he stared, frozen in place.

Tiffany recognized his dazed look as she tugged at the waistband of her shorts and started pushing them down. She wiggled her hips as she stretched them over her round ass until they fell to the ground. She stepped out of them and toward Ben, her hand finding his rain-soaked, steel-hard shaft.

They came together, naked in the rain, forehead to forehead. Ben's arms held the top of his mom's soft, round hips. He squeezed her silky flesh and pulled her closer. Tiffany rested her arms around his neck.

The pounding rain made their embrace seem like they were the only two people in the world. Ben felt his mom's warm breath on his cheek and cherished their very intimate moment.

"Let's not tell Taylor about our private times together, okay?" she said softly.

Ben could feel his mom stroking him as his cock brushed against the velvety skin of her soft inner thighs. He felt he was in a dream.

"Okay Mom, I won't."

Mother and son joined their lips together eagerly. Tiffany softly moaning the entire time. She could feel her son's body heat on her skin; the excitement was nearly intolerable. She knew there would never be a sexual experience as exciting or as gratifying as having incestuous sex with her son. It was sordid, and wrong, but also loving and deeply satisfying. It was like nothing she could have ever imagined, and she knew it was hers to enjoy. No matter what Ben did, or what the future had in store for them as lovers, he would always be her son, and she would always be his mother. This thought not only excited her but gave her a sense of security she never had with his father. Ben and Tiffany shared something that was specifically theirs and would only exist between the two of them.

Tiffany opened her mouth wider and let her son's tongue explore her without any obstruction. It felt luxurious as it played with hers. She could feel his soft, slippery lips move across her own. She loved kissing him.

Ben eased his mom down onto the soaking-wet lounge chair and slid to kneel on the ground between her legs. His lips moved from hers, down her neck, nibbling and sucking her skin, enjoying her taste as it mixed with the rain.

Tiffany squirmed and arched her back in an effort to push her tits closer to Ben's mouth. They needed his attention. Her hands ran over his shoulders and slick back, encouraging him to move lower.

Ben didn't make her wait much longer. He brought each hand around the outside of her mountainous breasts and pressed them together, then planted his face between them.

He sucked on every inch of her soft, massive tits, rubbing and sliding his face between them slowly, making good use of the slippery rain that covered them completely. He sucked each of her nipples forcefully, drawing them away from her body with his lips until they snapped back, knowing that his lover enjoyed the sensation. His body eased down to where his mouth could gently kiss her stomach and his tongue could play with her belly button.

Tiffany's pussy was aching for attention, but she knew that was the target of her son's mouth, so she could only squirm and moan as he teased his way there.

She spread her legs open and felt the rain falling on her, the heavy drops of water wet her hot thighs and cooled her fiery sex. She gushed in anticipation of her son's mouth.

Ben moved his face down, just above his mother's mound. Her hips were wiggling back and forth impatiently.

"Oh Ben," she whined.

He looked up until they made eye contact then he lowered his face with puckered lips. He placed them on her labia and gave them a kiss. His lips smacked loudly on her pussy and Tiffany's body lurched with pleasure at his touch. Ben nuzzled deeper and French-kissed her wet opening, jamming his wide, muscular tongue into her as deep as it could go.

"NAAAH!" Tiffany's moan was barely audible in the steady rain.

Ben focused intently on licking her pussy, using his hands to spread her open. His mom's swollen snatch was engorged and dark pink from her arousal. He plunged his tongue into her and began to probe it thoroughly.

"Ben! Oh, God, Ben!" Tiffany spread her legs further apart allowing her son greater access.

Ben sucked on her clit and pushed his tongue against her hard nub rhythmically. Soon, Tiffany's feet were flexing in the air above Ben's head. He felt her nails scrape his bare back. When her hands tightened in his hair, he felt the familiar tensing of her torso and legs. With a rush of wetness, Ben tasted his mother's first orgasm.

"OHHH, BENNN!" she wailed, pinning his head against her spot as she let the intense pleasure run through her body.

He wiggled his tongue inside her, then pulled it out and rubbed his face around her lips. He loved how she felt; so velvety-soft and slippery. Her hips bucked through her orgasm, driving against his face. As she came down, Ben gently lapped at her soaked cunt. He adjusted his position and began stroking his cock as he continued to service his mother.

Unable to hold back his steel-like cock any longer, Ben moved up his docile mother's body, her chest still heaving as she panted. When she felt his body over hers, she lifted her head weakly. Her hands moved to the backs of his arms to steady herself.

Ben was over her, his erection suddenly in place. They both felt his broad cock head against her puffy, slick sex. She pushed herself onto him as he entered her.

"Oooooh," she gasped as he filled her completely.

Tiffany and Ben's mouths met in the rain at the same time as their bodies met. She felt his hardness fill her in ways no other ever had. Her mouth fell open, gaping in pleasure. He began the slow, deep tempo; the speed of intercourse he knew she loved so much.

As Ben penetrated his mom, Tiffany held his strong arms tightly as they supported his upper body on the lounge. Ben watched her supple, curvy body ripple in response to his slow, deep strokes. Tiffany's eyelids fluttered in the falling rain. She mouthed, loud enough to be heard over the clamorous downfall, "I love the way you fuck me, Ben!"

He knew the current pace he was using had previously sent his mom into a series of orgasms so he maintained it, despite it being slower than he would have preferred. Tiffany's tight pussy was yielding to each purposeful stroke, her breasts trembling and shaking at the movement. The warm rain was completely covering her body, splashing and dripping as she lie naked below him. Ben couldn't believe how sexy she looked at that moment.

Being able to openly fuck his mom was a fulfilling experience for Ben. How it happened that the two of them arrived at this state in their relationship didn't matter. Being inside Tiffany was something that he would never willfully give up. His mind wandered to the circumstances leading up to her wanting to have sex off camera that morning. He knew it wasn't the response to any suggestion he had made. She actually wanted him, and that made Ben feel desired. He wanted more of his mom than to just record their stories on video. Keeping their "private times" a secret from Taylor was not only a wise idea as it prevented any jealousy from developing on Taylor's part, but it was an absolute turn on. To Ben, it suggested more private times were ahead.

Lowering his mouth to hers, Ben kissed his mom as the lover she had now become. Tiffany loved the way he kissed. So energetic, so bold, yet at the same time unassuming and innocent. He was the perfect man physically, and he was becoming quite an accomplished lover. He occupied more and more of her thoughts, not just his substantial manhood, for his cock was epic, but his enthusiasm, his deep passion, his love that she could now feel with every thrust of his pelvis, and with every gentle nip of her skin as he kissed and pecked upon her. She both loved her son as a mother and as a lover and she wanted more.

Breaking from their kiss, Tiffany's orgasm drew near. Ben continued his pace unwavering, filling her up with every stroke and causing the most pleasurable sensations when he drew back.

She grabbed him tightly and hugged him, her legs closed around his lower back, encouraging him deeper.

"Yes, baby! Harder!" Tiffany's mind seemed to explode with her body simultaneously as Ben slammed into her.

The slow smacking sound of their wet bodies grew in pace. Tiffany tightened her arms and legs around him and her body succumbed to Ben's strength, cumming on his thick shaft.

"UUUnggh!" he withdrew with a grunt. He needed to change his position to try to hold off his inevitable orgasm.

Ben adjusted her legs, moving them from around his hips onto his shoulders. Tiffany let her son position her, feeling her hips rise as he angled her body. The two shared an intense stare as Ben was now above her again, his cock dipping into her aching pussy.

Ben's hands found her wobbly breasts and clamped down hard, one in each hand. Using her tits as handles, he slammed deep into his mother in the adjusted position.

"OH, FUCK BEN!" Tiffany cried.

He smiled devilishly in response, raising his hips and driving into her again and again. His hard pounding splashed rainwater between them as his tempo increased.

"AAAAHHH!" she cried into the relentless rain, throwing her head back.

Her climax came on incredibly fast. It was all Tiffany could do to thrash and squirm through her pleasure as Ben slammed into her, gripping her tits like a vise. Ben was holding nothing back and soon felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching.

'Just a few more thrusts.'

Tiffany reached down and used her hand to rub herself to another, her eyes closed through the ecstatic rush.

'I want to cum inside. I want to fill her with my cum.'

Tiffany arched her back, her pussy clenched around her son's cock. He knew he could easily just hold her down and plaster her inner walls with cum, but he worried that cumming inside her could cause her to become distressed. With teeth clenched, he reluctantly extracted his swollen cock from her pussy's tight embrace.

Even in the throes of her powerful orgasm, Tiffany could sense her son's imminent ejaculation. She knew she wouldn't stop him from cumming inside her. She wanted to have that sense of completion with her son, to feel that deep connection that only an internal orgasm could bring. She fought off the disappointment as he withdrew, wanting to encourage him in his moment of pleasure, despite her deeper desires.

She sat up on her elbows. "Give it to mommy, Ben! Cum on my tits!" Tiffany pressed her breasts together and shook them slightly, giving her son an inviting target.

Ben squeezed his cock, giving it one slow stroke back as he flexed.

"GAH!" he grunted, spurting his first thick stream powerfully. It barreled onto Tiffany's chest just above where she held her tits.

"Ooooh, Yes! Cum for me Ben!"

He sucked in a breath and pumped again. A long strand leapt from his gaping hole, shooting higher. The jet of semen hit his mother's chin and lower lip with another wet splash.

"Oh!" she cooed, only flinching slightly as he hit her face unexpectedly.

"Oh fuck, Mom," Ben sighed, stroking and more in control. He re-leveled his dick at Tiffany's tits.

Ben grunted and striped a long, pale streak across her breasts as she held them together for him. His climax was so intense he felt dizzy.

"Oh, gosh," Tiffany felt the warm semen collect on her chest.

As Ben landed the last of his emission onto her, lightning struck in the distance and thunder rumbled ominously overhead.

He collapsed next to his mother, spent and weak. Tiffany cuddled up against him, tracing her fingers through the warm spunk on her chest as the rain fell on them.

"God, it's so good with you, Mom," Ben shared this with his eyes closed, thinking how wonderful it would be to take a short nap right there in the rain.

The thunder and lightning grew in severity as the mother and son lie together on the pool chair. Tiffany knew it would be best to return to the safety of their home.

She tapped his shoulder, then whispered into his ear, "Ben, honey, let's take a shower and get ready for the shoot."