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My wife Linda and I are inordinately proud of our twenty-four years old son whose name is Christopher Phillips. Never heard of him, have you? No, but if you're an aficionado of adult movies, then I'm sure you will have heard of Wayne Benton, star of countless porn films in virtually all categories of the genre, gay, straight, but mostly bi where, as the bisexuals amongst us all know, you get the best of both worlds.
Linda and I have copies of all our son's films and show them at our regular swingers parties and it certainly adds to the overall excitement of our orgies to be sucking and fucking with each other while our versatile son is performing on the widescreen t.v. The parental pride my wife and I both feel as we watch Christopher enjoying his chosen career is second-to-none and we are always happy when he takes time out from Porn Valley to visit us.
We are more like friends than mom, dad and son which is hardly surprising since we brought Christopher up to feel no shame in his body, most of the time walking around naked and many nights mine and Linda's sex sessions would be pepped up enormously at the sounds of our son masturbating in the adjoining bedroom. As soon as he turned eighteen, he was free to join us, we would not allow him to do so until he was a fully consenting adult but as soon as he reached our stipulated age, join us he did - with gusto. It was, I hasten to add, his decision, there was certainly no coercion on our part to get our son involved in the taboo relationship we have enjoyed for several years now, it was just a natural extension of our unorthodox lifestyle.
Christopher made it clear that he wanted to get into porn soon after joining us. With his full consent and that of Linda's, I would take photos of Christopher fucking his mother for my private pornography collection and I suppose it was this which sowed the seeds in our son's mind that he might be good enough to pursue a career in the adult movie industry.
So I sent off some full frontal pics of him showing his impressive hard-on, along with some bare ass shots, to various studios and, not surprisingly, he was snapped up but then, biased though I am, he is incredibly good-looking with a great gym-honed body, a beautiful uncut cock of at least seven inches, a pair of delicious pendulous balls and an ass to die for. And when he cums, he cums by the bucketload and many are the times when Linda and I have ended up buried under a seemingly non-stop stream of our son's copious white hot incestuous spunk.
His pseudonym came out of the mind of one of the studio's producers, made up off the top of the guy's head like Judy Garland's character was renamed from Esther Blodgett to Vicki Lester in "A Star Is Born" way back in 1954, before any of us were born, although as a devotee of old non-porno movies, it was of course Janet Gaynor in the original version, made even earlier in 1937. Just thought I'd throw that in.
Wayne Benton seemed to be as good a fictitious name as any and since none of us could think of anything better - my wife suggested Roger Hardon which was quickly dismissed, not the least by our son - Wayne Benton he has been ever since. He made his first film at the age of nineteen and I well remember how eager he was to tell us all about it when he got home at the end of the first day's shoot - shoot being the operative word.
It had been a hot day and my wife and I were reclining on our sun lounges out in the garden, me in my swim trunks and Linda in her bra and panties when Christopher got home. He looked extremely sexy, dressed in a white sleeveless singlet which showed off his powerful-looking shoulders and a pair of skimpy white shorts which accentuated the magnificent globes of his perfectly sculptured ass cheeks and highlighted the long cleft of his divine ass crack, not to mention a nice thirst-quenching bulge in the front. He smiled when he saw us, his parents, in our semi-naked state and Linda jumped up and ran across to kiss him.
"How did it go, sweetheart?" she asked when they had finished snogging.
"It was brilliant, mom," Christopher said, "my cock is red raw, I fucked these two gorgeous hussies until they begged for mercy and the producer said I did really well. Beats working in some crummy office."
"I bet it does, son," I said, from the lounge, knowing all too well how dispiriting that can be, having worked in one all my life and still do.
"Can't wait to see the film, sweetheart," Linda replied as Christopher walked over to me, treating his mother to a totally unobstructed view of his beautiful tight bum cheeks rubbing together inside his tiny white shorts. I smiled at the sight of my wife licking her lips as she ogled our son's awesome buttocks and his athletic legs and thighs protruding from the ends of his shorts.
Christopher slumped down on the sun lounge recently vacated by Linda who went into the house to prepare some drinks while our offspring regaled me with more details of his first day as a porn star. As he went into lurid detail, I began to stroke my prick through my trunks until they bulged out impressively, the outline of my hard-on fully visible through the material.
"Looks like that needs some attention, dad," Christopher said, sliding off the lounge and dropping to his knees beside me. I lifted my body to slip my trunks down, freeing my prick from their constraints, and Christopher gasped as he had done on the very first day of our threesomes a year or so earlier.
"Fucking hell, dad," he said, his eyes on stalks as if he had never seen my aroused prick before, "you ought to be a porn star too with a prick like that."
"I'm too old for all that now," I replied, laughing, "its you youngsters the producers want nowadays."
"Nonsense, dad," Christopher replied, "want me to have a word? We could do some real incest films together, be better than those where the actors just pretend to be related."
"I suppose it would," I answered, "but let's hold fire on that, eh?"
"OK dad," Christopher said, without disappointment, "it was just a thought."
