Billy sat silently on the couch trying his best not to think too hard on what the next few hours and days of his life were going to be like. He knew that they certainly wouldn't be anything like things were before. He'd heard a long time ago from a television show he'd long forgotten that there are moments in a mans life that can be very clearly defined as before and after moments. Well he'd just had a before and after moment.
Well a second before and after moment.
The first had been a few weeks ago when he'd been downloading porn. Specifically the kind of rough anal porn they produced in troves in the late 90's and early 2000's that you really can't find much of any more but he loved that kind of disgusting degrading porn. For Billy there wasn't anything sexier than watching the kind of porn where the women are face fucked their mascara runs down their faces in great black tears. Porn with gaping assholes and girls sucking cocks fresh from their own asses while they beg to taste it. The kind of porn you know you have to keep someplace your girlfriend will never ever finds out that this is the sort of porn you enjoy you won't have a girlfriend anymore.
Billy was twenty minutes into a video called
Trailer Whores
and the first woman had just finished a scene where her 'brothers' had soaked her nearly head to toe in cum. That was the part he'd expected from a movie like this, what he didn't expect was that the next woman to come out would look eerily familiar, about fifteen or so years too young and she had dirty blonde hair instead of dark brown but she looked an awful lot like his mother. When she turned towards the camera and introduced herself as Jessica Berry he could tell without a single doubt. That was his mother in a porn.
Billy had never been so hard in his entire life. He'd always thought it was some kind of joke when people talked about getting so hard that it hurt but it wasn't a joke. The site of his mom surrounded by cocks, bouncing happily from one to the next slurping until they got tired and one threw her over his shoulder. He took her over to a swing set and from there they spun her around randomly choosing between her mouth, ass and pussy until one by one they came inside her one after the other. They left his mother, Jessica Berry, real name Rachel Higgs oozing cum from every hole with a delirious look in her eyes complete with a huge smile. By that time Billy had come a record three times the first one had landed on the wall behind him.
The next three weeks had been spent hunting down every scene he could find from Jessica Berry and she'd had a short but by his standards fantastic career. The scene from
Trailer Whores
was one of her tamer scenes. She didn't give anybody a rim job, nobody pissed on her, she wasn't swallowing cum out of another girl's ass.
That was what he'd been watching so intently that he didn't hear the car pull up into the driveway, didn't notice keys jingling in the door or even the door opening. Billy didn't even hear the click of his mother's heels against the hardwood floor. By the time he noticed her he had three big problems. The first was that she literally caught him with pants down on the couch. The second was that on the screen Rachel Higgs had her head stuffed in a toilet while a black man hung like a beast was pounding her ass. The final problem was that he was far too close to his orgasm to stop. Billy cried out for Jessica while he blew a load over his chest.
"It's not what it looks like?" Billy was a bit too shocked to even snatch up his pants and Rachel seemed torn between the image of her more than fifteen years ago and her son. To him it felt like an hour that her gaze was darting back and forth between what must have been two equally disturbing sights for her and then she just walked past him into the kitchen without saying anything.
She was still in the kitchen now rustling something around noisily. Billy had the time to pull up his pants, wipe up, and change the DVD but he was still sitting on the couch. There didn't seem to be a whole lot of point in avoiding this, whatever she was going to say he'd rather she did it now. So he waited silently with the television off.
When Rachel came out of the kitchen she had a bottle of vodka and her face was already a little flush. "The fuck am I going to do with you?" Rachel hissed at her son who couldn't seem to form an answer. Even after seeing his mother doing porn he'd never really seen Jessica Berry looking at him. Just forty year old Rachel Higgs, the woman all the guys called the MILF, he could see why. She was still in amazing shape and she didn't have any problems walking around in outfits that displayed a body she was rightfully proud of. She didn't dress like a slut or anything though, just like a beautiful woman. Right then she was wearing a snug knee length skirt that suddenly seemed super tight around her ass. The blouse and jacket were classy, boring even but now he could see how well they displayed her narrow waist. Her sensible black heels even looked sexy. "I asked you a question."
"I don't know
Jessica
." Billy finally replied. He couldn't believe there was an honest to God porn star standing in his house staring him down.
"Don't call me that. I did a lot of things when I was young. Things you were never supposed to find about." Rachel tilted the bottle to her lips. "Things your father can never know about."
His father, the last thing he'd considered in all of this was his father. "You mean he doesn't know he married a porn slut?" Billy started doing the math in his head suddenly. It was two thousand fourteen and he was twenty years old. The newest scene he could find was from two thousand. She'd been a whore when he was in kindergarten or first grade, math wasn't his strong suit but that was also seven years after his parents got married.
"No, and he can't know." She took another swallow of the vodka and took a step towards him. "What's the matter with you, you get off on seeing your own mother treated like a gutter mouthed whore?" Billy suddenly wished that he'd been wearing jeans instead of fairly loose khaki slacks. Listening to his favorite porn star describing herself a gutter whore was giving him another boner. His cock had already slithered own his thigh and now was wasn't so much making a tent as it was lifting up one pant leg in the most awkward way. "You do don't you, you little shit. You like the idea of your mother surrounded by cocks!" Another swallow. "With men fucking her in the ass," a long pull from the bottle, "-and stuffing her head down the toilet."
"Yes." Billy replied sheepishly. Any hope that she wouldn't notice that he was erect faded when he saw her eyes lower. "It's-"
"Exactly what I think." Rachel said cutting him off. "Right now you're thinking of your mom acting like a whore." She sank to her knees and crawled over to her boy. She abandoned the bottle to slide her hand up his shorts leg wrapping her fingers around his cock. "And it's even got you hard. Do you know what kind of freak that makes you?" She didn't let go of his cock, instead she gave it a solid squeeze. It was a lot thicker than she'd thought earlier at a glance. "Do you?"
Billy blushed and looked away for a moment. "Yes."
"Well say it." Rachel growled squeezing harder.
"I need a drink." Billy mumbled. His mother replied by thrust the glass bottle against his chest. Billy looked at the bottle dumbly then took it and drank as much as a man could in a single breath before setting aside. "It means I'm an incestuous bastard with a whore of a mother."
"I didn't ask you what it made me, I know what I am. I'm a woman who did what she enjoyed for years. Met a man, a good Christian man who would never have understood and it took me a while but I quit."
"It took you five years, hell am I even Dad's son?!" Billy shouted.
"Honestly, I don't know. It doesn't really matter either you're our son." She responded. She looked so much like the blushing young porn star now that it sent a jolt down his cock to his mother's hand. "And yes it took me five years, you have no idea how incredible it felt. How in charge of my life and my sexuality it made me feel. The only reason I stopped was I realized I wasn't really in charge, not as long as I had to keep lying to everybody and as hard as it was it was easier to quit than it was to tell your father."
