Mom's New Friend

"Mmmmmm... mmmmmm... Yeah, fuck me baby!"

A pale white bubble ass was centered on my phone screen, a cliche tribal "tramp stamp" tattoo dancing rhythmically above it; a long, thick black cock with a slight curve to the left entered and exited view as it pumped in and out of my mother. She was in the reverse cowgirl position, her own phone out in front of her, watching the same view I was secretly enjoying as DeAndre pointed his handheld camera at the beautiful sight in front of him.

"Hell yeah, work it boo," her younger, fit boyfriend coached her as she rode him. "Take it all for me."

"Mmmmm MMMMMMM..." My mom's moans rose in pitch as she worked the last couple inches of her lover's cock into her pussy. "I still can't believe that whole thing fits inside me!"

"Told you I'd make room."

"You certainly did. Oh!" She gave a squeal of surprise as he spanked her with his free hand, leaving a red print.

I noticed her tan was coming along nicely, made possible by several recent sessions on the tanning bed. Well defined thong-shaped tan lines hugged her hips as she worked them up and down; she must have been consistent about the placement of her bikini in all of her sessions. Ever since her and DeAndre started having sex on camera, she'd been especially attentive to her body (and so had I, unbeknownst to her.) Via the spying app I'd installed on her phone one night, I'd been able to remotely view her communications, even the content of the cameras in her bedroom when they paired to her phone.

"Only thing that would make that ass look better is my name on it."

"Keeeeeeep dreaming honey."

"Yeah? How about this: after we make our first 100k on GoFans, you gettin my name tattooed on it."

"Ok fine, deal, cause it'll never happen! I'm not even sure I want to go through with that yet."

"I'm tellin you babe, it's our ticket out of working retail."

"I know, I know. It's just... Once I put my business out there like that, there's no going back."

She was still married to my dad. It seemed like a small part of her held on, hesitant to go through with a divorce, in spite of all the changes she'd made to her appearance and behavior since the separation, in spite of the cock she was currently riding. There were a few seconds of silence as she looked at nothing in particular, lost in thought with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Take your time, boo. Think on it." He tried to say it nonchalantly, but I could hear a bit of dejection in his voice.

She must have picked up on it too. "Wanna switch to doggy, baby?" There's my sweet mother. Always nurturing those around her, or in this case, inside her.

"Yeahhhh with the camera?"

"Of course!"

She let his dick fall out of her as she crawled forward to get on all fours, back arched, ass in the air. She positioned her phone in front of her so she could watch DeAndre fuck her. "Mmmmm" she moaned as he entered.

"Check this out. Imma switch to the wide angle lens. They do this a lot in porn. Makes everything look bigger."

"Oh my god, my ass looks huge! And you look even bigger than normal."

"Hell yeah, this is a good angle for us."

"Fuck me harder..." She must be getting extra turned on.

"That's my bitch."

She let out a squeal of arousal at her lover's dirty talk.

"You're so much bigger than my husband, boo!"

"Yeahhh you know what I wanna hear." A loud clapping sound began as he slammed into her harder.

"It's true! This is the biggest cock I've ever had. Oh, fuck me!"

"You my bitch?"

"Of course I'm your bitch! I'm so addicted to you."

"What you addicted to, boo?"

"Your BIG BLACK COCK, DEANDRE!!!"

"Fuck yeah! Oh fuck, get ready."

He quickly pulled out of her and tapped her right hip, indicating for her to roll over. She did so, and pushed her tits together with her hands.

"YEAHHHHHHHHH!" He shot thick ropes of cum all over her chest and belly, so much so that it pooled in her belly button and flowed through her cleavage up to her neck.

"Well done once again, sir," she said flirtatiously into the camera once he'd finished cumming on her. "There any left for me?" She leaned forward to suck the last drops from her lover's cock, tickling his balls with her long nails.

DeAndre showed a rare look of surprise as she worked his sensitive equipment. "Oh damn baby! You so fucking sexy, Linda. I'm the luckiest man alive."

"I'm a pretty lucky girl myself these days."

She got up on her knees, gently taking the camera from him and setting it aside in order to give him a long kiss. "I'd better get ready, baby. My son is picking me up in an hour."

"Ah yeah, that's right," he replied. "I'd better go before he gets here."

"Good thinking." She lit a cigarette and followed his fit, muscular body with her eyes as he got dressed, finishing the cigarette before kissing him goodbye.

I had narrowly avoided an orgasm myself as I watched their morning sex play out. Not right now, not yet. Today was a special day, my first "date" with my mom. In a bid to spend more time with her, I offered to take her out and pamper her, "the least I can do after all you've done for me," I'd told her.

After some fussing, "oh you don't have to do that for me," and whatnot, she'd agreed. I would gladly pay for everything today. I knew she'd been going into debt with all the money she'd been spending on herself lately. I genuinely wanted her to be happy, but I had my own selfish, perverted reasons for taking her out as well. It would give me greater control over her appearance, and I would get to see her transformation firsthand. She was my own personal porn star without realizing it, and now I would get to customize her.

I pulled up to her house an hour later. She came out wearing a cute workout top, yoga pants, and flip flops. She wore no makeup, a rarity these days, but her face still looked great from all her recent botox, lip injections, and skin care. I could see the outline of a g-string in her pants. My dick twitched.

"Hey honey!"

"Hey!" I got out of the car to hug her, then opened the passenger door for her.

"Well, you're gentlemanly today!"

"Eh, I'm practicing for when I have a special lady in my life, and you're worth it."

She kissed me on the cheek. "So where we off to?"

"Let's get lunch, margaritas, then head for the mall."

"Ooooooo I like it!"

We chatted at a local Mexican restaurant as we sipped our drinks, waiting for our food. Her cheeks became rosy as the tequila started to loosen her up.

"So how did you and DeAndre start dating?"

"Oh, well, we knew each other from work. One night he invited me out with a few coworkers. I figured what the hell? I'd been so stressed, and I hadn't been out in ages. It was a nice time. We all had a few drinks and blew off steam. Right after we all left, DeAndre texted me and asked if I wanted to hit another bar with him, ya know, so coworkers wouldn't gossip. I was like, 'Ok, but if I drink any more, you're driving me home!' He took me to this trendy place with a dance floor."

"Did you dance with him?"

"I sure didn't want to at first! I felt so old there, so I was drinking fast, and he eventually got me tipsy enough to dance with him for a bit. It was fun! We stayed till close, then he dropped me off and asked if he could take me to dinner sometime."

"Haha, you agreed, I take it?"

"Not at first. I was like 'Uhhhhh can I decide when I'm sober?'"

"How'd you feel the next day?"

"Oh, I was mortified about the whole thing! I was so hungover. He texted me in the morning, but he just asked how I was doing. He didn't mention the date."

"When did he mention it again?"

"He didn't. He did me a huge favor at work a few days later though, and I was like 'Ok fine, you can take me out one time, but just dinner, no dancing and drinks. You pick the place.'"

"Did it turn into another night of dancing and drinks?"

"...yes."

We both laughed. I knew this story couldn't be the whole truth. I was willing to bet that they fucked on their first night out together, but I wouldn't risk making her uncomfortable by prying any further. I would get the whole story some other way.

"Well I'm happy for you, mom! You deserve to have a little fun. You're looking great, by the way. Very fit and healthy."

She blushed. "Aww thanks, love!"

"You think it will last?"

"Who knows? I talk to your father every now and again, but he seems distant."

I shrugged. "Eh, maybe he still needs time."

My mom's drink was finished by the time our food arrived.

"You want another one? You're not driving."

"You trying to get me wasted or something?" she joked.

"Nah, I just don't want you arguing when I buy you things!"

We finished our food, my mom finished her second margarita, and we headed to the mall. The first store we checked out was a women's shoes outlet. I picked out a pair of sling-back, open-toed platform heels with a leopard print pattern. They were sexy, but she could still get away with wearing them in public, unlike blatant stripper heels. I saw the straps of her g-string peak up from her yoga pants as she bent over to try them on. She walked up and down the aisle in them with ease. She'd obviously had some practice lately.

"I dunno, don't you think they're a bit extreme?"

"Naw, they're fun! You can wear them out shopping or clubbing."

"Well, if you insist!"

"I do. We need to get you an outfit to go with them though. Let's check out those body suits girls are crazy about these days."

We left the shoe store for a trendy women's clothing store, which indeed had a wide selection of body suits, plus the type of pants designed to lift and show off the butt as much as possible. I picked out a leopard print body suit and a black one made of a stretchy leather material. I had to conceal my arousal when she emerged from the fitting room with the black one on. Her body looked phenomenal in it, especially her ass. I then picked out a couple pairs of those booty pants for her.

She giggled as she emerged again from the fitting room. "These make my butt look big!" She was still tipsy. Good. She didn't object as I purchased everything she'd tried on.

As we walked back out into the mall, we passed a body jewelry shop that offered piercings. I picked out a glittery pair of extra large hoop earrings, "for your club outfit!" She shrugged, but agreed. I grabbed a silver anklet with several butterfly charms hanging from it and a few toe rings, which she agreed were cute.

"Why don't you get a Monroe piercing while we're here?"

"You think that would look good on me?"

"Absolutely."

The alcohol in her system helped to numb the pain from the piercing. It was the perfect accent for her enhanced lips. Lastly, we checked out the body jewelry. I chanced it by suggesting a dangling Playboy bunny charm for her belly ring.

"Oh come on. I'm way too old for that!"

"You look young enough to me."

"You're sweet. Ok, what the hell, you're buying!"

I grinned. So far, so good. She never would have worn any of this three months ago, but apparently good dick will change a woman. As we left the body jewelry store, she stopped and turned to me.

"You don't think I dress like a hoe, do you?"

Yes, and I loved it. "What? Of course not! You're beautiful. Did some bitch at work say that about you or something?"

"Yes."

"Well fuck that bitch! I'm sure she's just jealous."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Thank you so much for everything today, honey. Are you ready to head home?"

"Oh no. Now the real pampering begins."

"What do you mean?"

"You're getting the whole works today, Mom. We're hitting the tanning beds, then your salon. I've already booked appointments for you."

"But you'll go broke paying for all that!"

"No I won't. You're worth it. I haven't done enough in the past to thank you for all you've done for me."

"Oh stop. You don't have to do all this. No one has ever spoiled me like this."

"Well it's time that changed."

She smiled and gave me a long hug. I leaned forward, hoping it would be enough to hide my boner.

"Aren't you going to be bored sitting around while I'm getting all that done?"

"Eh, it's no big deal. I'll just dick around on my phone or something."

By that, I meant I would go into a bathroom stall and watch the homemade porn clips she'd shot with DeAndre, but she didn't need to know that.

After leaving the mall, the first spot we hit was the tanning salon. I had my fingers crossed that she'd brought the thong bikini that had left those perfect tan lines. She had; it barely took up any space in her purse, which I held for her while she changed. She came out looking absolutely stunning. The bikini left nothing to the imagination.

"Ummmm this is kind of awkward, but could you help me adjust this? It's tricky to line up the back with my tan lines."

"No problem," I tried to say as calmly as possible, but my heart was pounding. "Nice tattoo!"

"Oh my god! I totally forgot to tell you about that. My work friend Tracy and I got matching tattoos on a whim. I kinda regret it."

"Nah, I think it looks great! Here, let me fix your straps."

I started with her bikini top, but her ass was the main event. I adjusted the straps slowly and carefully, relishing every second of it, incredibly tempted to squeeze her ass.

"All set!"

"Thanks honey. Sorry you had to do that."

"Oh, no worries! Go relax."

The minute she shut herself in the tanning bed, I ran to the bathroom with her purse. I knew the black g-string she'd been wearing would be in there. I pulled it out, hands shaking, gave it a big hearty sniff, then pulled out out my phone and started replaying the videos she'd made with DeAndre that morning. I watched him pound her curvy ass relentlessly, wishing it was my own cock inside her. Still, I resisted an orgasm. I would wait till the end of the day, after I'd finished slutting her out.

After 15 minutes, I knew it was time to get back out to the lobby. She emerged shortly after, freshly tanned. I handed her purse over; I'd been careful restore the contents to their original position before leaving the bathroom. I paid as she changed back into her workout clothes.

"Ok Mom, time for the salon!"

"I really appreciate all this, baby. I'm definitely overdue for hair at least."

Sometime around when she'd started seeing DeAndre, she got extensions almost down to her butt, which she'd had dyed a kind of platinum grey color before getting it put into cornrows and braids. It was very sexy, but the braids were starting to grow out, and I had my own plans for her.

"I'm thinking you should take a break from the braids and get it dyed like a dark brown."

"Ohhhhh you like me as a brunette, huh?"

Was she flirting with me? I'd better play it cool.

"Yeah, something different! I can always take you back here if you don't like it."

"Let's try it out!"

We arrived at her salon, which offered a variety of beauty services: hair, nails, lashes, lip injections... and I would see that she got all these done today. So far my date with my mom was going spectacularly. I hoped she'd let me take her out again soon.

She explained what she wanted to the hairdresser, who patiently undid her braids, trimmed a few inches off her hair, dyed it a dark brunette color, and styled it into a long, voluminous shape that curled inwards at the bottom. I wouldn't be making any runs to the bathroom here; I wanted to witness her full transformation.

Her long dark hair had her looking like a new woman. No one would come right out and say that she looked promiscuous, provocative, except maybe behind her back. They would use euphemisms like "she looks young and healthy," or "daring."

"Okay Mom, time for your nails."

"Yes pleeeeease!" She clicked them playfully on the granite countertop.

My dick twitched in my pants. I've always had an intense fetish for long, fake nails. As luck would have it, she'd recently started wearing long acrylics after going decades of keeping them short and bare. Her current style was a classic, glossy white, square French tip design that extended about half an inch past her fingertips. I loved them. They made anything she did with her hands look sexy, when she smoked cigarettes or sucked her boyfriend's cock.

As she sat down with the nail tech, she asked me "Wanna pick my color for me?"

Perfect. I walked over to the color samples and picked out a glossy bright red that would go well with her new hair color and tanned skin.

"Let's do this color, and go with square tips, about a quarter inch longer than what she currently has," I said to the nail tech.

"Oooooo longer, huh? That will take some getting used to!"

"I'm sure DeAndre will be a huge fan though." I winked at her.

She blushed. "Yeah, probably."

Her nail tech got to work. Her nails came out extra long, slutty, and perfect. I had a very hard time concealing my boner. I watched her admire them as she got the same color on her toes, which I knew would look sexy in the leopard print shoes I'd bought her.

"Ok, lashes and lips next," I told her.

"Wow, you're really spoiling me today! Let me guess," she winked at me. "Longer lashes, bigger lips?"

"How'd you know?"

"Oh, just a hunch. You've been dressing me up like a movie star today!"

I wished I was undressing her instead...

The lash tech replaced the ones she had on with longer and fuller semi permanent lashes, which my mom had let me select. I knew they would look amazing on her in full makeup. I could almost picture my cum dripping from them.

When it was time for her lips, the aesthetics specialist recommended a boost to her cheek fillers as well. This would balance out the additional CC's she was getting put into her lips.

When her face was all done, she looked like a movie star indeed... or rather, a reality TV star. She would have fit right into a show about rich housewives. Trashy gossip tabloids would have described her face as "overfilled," but I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was well on her way to looking like a high level porn star. Women who work on camera get their faces done like that for a reason. Seeing her face transformed in this way from the beautiful but ordinary face I knew, was a sight of awe.

She examined her new face from several different angles, taking a few selfies with kissy face expressions.

"Do you think this is too much, honey?"

I was nearly speechless. "Mom, no... it's perfection. You look beautiful."

The smile she gave me looked "fake" due to all the fresh injections freezing her facial muscles, but I knew it was genuine. She walked over and gave me a long hug. In spite of my perverted reasons for pampering her today, I loved her, and was grateful for the opportunity to make her happy.

"Let's get you home," I said.

I walked to the counter and paid the bill without flinching, which totaled near $1000.

As I drove us home, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, then my mom took hers out and began texting. The exchange went back and forth a few times before she put her phone away. It must have been DeAndre, but I would have to wait till later to read their conversation.

Once we reached her house, I helped her carry her shopping bags and walked her to the front door.

"I had a wonderful time today, honey. You're an amazing son."

I took her hands in mine, admiring her perfect manicure.

"We should do this again sometime," I said gently.

"I'd like that."

She puckered up and leaned forward to kiss me, her eyes closed. She wasn't aiming for my cheek; she was moving straight ahead. Unable to stop myself, I met her lips with mine, holding her kiss for a good three seconds before backing up. She was blushing.

"I-I guess I'll see you around."

"Ok! Have a nice evening, Mom. I love you."

"Love you too."

She entered her house, then I drove home, face red and stomach full of butterflies. The kiss had been the pinnacle of my day, far more than I could have hoped for. Was this the start of something deeply forbidden, yet intoxicatingly attractive? Did she have a crush on me?