The year is 1999. I'm a freshman at my college. I had gathered together a couple friends from high school to go in on a townhouse apartment just off campus, which made for a good walk in the California sun. We had all worked our asses off to get into a good school with a scholarship, so we had extra money for luxuries like cable in every bedroom.
That's where this story begins. It was a Friday night, I had finished my weekend's homework before classes let out, and I was watching Cinemax in bed. It was actually my first time, as I didn't have cable at home. Besides, it distracted me from my studies. Now that I was an adult, I could relax... and jerk off.
Jazz started playing and the silhouetted form of a woman played. The titles said "Cinemax after dark." I had heard of the infamous "Skinemax" and was eager to experience it. The movie on tonight was Virtual Encounters 2. I hadn't seen the first one. I hoped I could follow along. The plot was two guys in college buy a virtual sex machine off a flier. The biggest science fiction was buying something from an ad in the 90s and not getting scammed. The first scene was the first guy as a James Bond esque spy and a Bond girl. Pretty good, good production and music. The second scene, however...
The second guy tested the machine by telling it his fantasy. He appeared in virtual reality in front of a garage, on a parked motorcycle. Suddenly a biker babe in a black sheer dress, leather jacket, and stripper heels walked up to him.
It was my mom.
My mom, Nikki, was in this softcore porno. No. It must just look like her.... right? I went to my desk and loaded imdb on our blazing 56k modem. Actress: Nikki Fritz. I clicked on her bio. Her birthday was mom's birthday. She even used her real first name with a fake last name based on Fritz Lang, a director she was obsessed with.
All the clues were there. The look, the birthday, the name, the reference, the fact she always said she wanted to be an actress... how she paid the bills...
My mom was a softcore pornstar.
I turned my chair to look back at the TV. She had taken her dress off to expose her tits and a black thong and was giving oral sex on the guy. At the time, I didn't know the sex was fake so I thought I was watching mom with a dick in her mouth. Mom's big perfect tits, while fake, were a work of art. Absolutely flawless spheres with the definition of pencil eraser nipples that were always erect. Her skin was this beautiful shade of bronze everywhere that only helped me get hard to my own mother. When she took her thong off, I saw she had a wide landing strip of pubes the same color as her ass-length straight hair. I couldn't resist anymore. I started stroking.
I used to use her long hair as a blanket, and her boobs as a pillow. Now I'm jerking off to her body. I'm going to hell.
I saw in imdb she had two roles. I was taping this on my VCR, so I held back. Luckily the next scene was also her. It was a threesome with a smoking hot blonde, also with fake tits. They did a MFM with a construction worker. I saw mom go down on the lady while getting railed from behind. Again I thought it was real and I came buckets all over myself.
I watched the rest of the movie and jerked off two more times but not as intensely as with mom's scenes. After the movie, I rewound the tape and watched her scenes again. God. My mom was smoking hot! I always saw her smile as warm and motherly and now I saw her as a sexy seductress, a purveyor of pleasure, a diva of derriere.
Using the internet, I ordered DVD copies of her other movies. I didn't have a DVD player, yet, but I would find one. They were becoming affordable.
Luck would have it there was still one listed on the student classifieds, from other students moving and selling things. A guy was moving in with his girlfriend and she had a better model so he sold his for 80 bucks. Deal.
Next weekend, the DVDs arrived. One was called Sinful Obsession and she was the main star. I put it on.
I was blown away by the production value. They had real cameras, real DPs, real detailed houses they filmed in, mom even drove a car around Los Angeles to establish her character's movements. Wouldn't see Jenna Jameson doing that. It seemed softcore tried to make up for the lack of penetration by having actual characters and plot.
Mom played a newliwed that was a secret nympho. Her husband only fucked her sometimes but she needed sex multiple times a day. After meeting a brothel worker, she decides to become one, too. One of her clients gets obsessed with her. It was all very erotic and thrilling for the erotic thriller genre. Man, mom looked amazing in this movie. She acted like she was getting the ultimate pleasure, writhing and moaning like a possessed slut. The music was super good, too. I fucking loved it.
The next few weeks I went to class as normal, though my wrist was strained. Mom called me to ask if I wanted to come home for Thanksgiving, but I said I would host it at my house, instead. She offered to come over to help. I couldn't think of an excuse as to why not. What was I going to tell her? That I found out she was in skin flicks and I now had a mom fetish? Fat chance.
Mom arrived Thursday morning. She looked like she had just walked off the set of Sinful Obsession, with a stylish light green/teal skirt suit, dark pantyhose, high heels and pink lipstick. Her long hair was half in a ponytail, half left out. My friends always gave me shit about having a hot mom, this was only going to fuel the flames.
Shit. Had any of them seen her movies?! Worry about that later.
I greeted mom with a hug. I held it for just a bit too long as I inhaled her perfume. Well this is going great.
"You're really enjoying this hug, Michael." I slowly unraveled my arms from her.
"I just... haven't been away from you this long. I missed you." She smiled at me with those pink glossy lips and her picture perfect teeth right out of a toothpaste ad.
"With lines like that, you'll find a wife in no time. C'mon, unload the car for me. I got everything we need. I'm going to change and start cooking." I enlisted the help of my mates to unload everything in one trip.
By the time we got to the kitchen, mom was already ready. She had done up her hair into a bun, taken off her suit coat leaving her white undershirt, and donned a pink apron with red hearts on it. She still had on her teal form fitting skirt and pantyhose, though she had wisely ditched the heels and switched to open toe sandals.
Mom cooked almost all morning and afternoon. She made an amazing three course meal. You name it we had it: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and sweet potato pie, green been casserole, candied yams, homemade cranberry sauce, homemady gravy, and a pumpkin pie. My friends all enjoyed it immensely after a semester of ramen and frozen pizza.
Afterwards, mom insisted on cleaning my room. I had done my due diligence in hiding my porn, but I was still nervous she would find it. Moms had a porn radar that made military technology look like a joke. I had been very careful; I stuffed it into the slats of the bed; you would have to lift the entire mattress to find it.
I took a nap on the couch, riding the turkey high. When I woke up, mom was standing over me with her arms akimbo like she was about to scold me for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
"Care to explain this?" She held up the DVD of Sinful Obsession. Oh fuck.
"It's uh.... porn. I thought I hid it from you."
"Oh please, under the mattress? That's the first place mothers look for their sons' dirty movies. Do you honestly think the fact it's porn is what upsets me?!"
"Uh..... yes?"
"This is my porn! I'm in this movie!"
"Keep your voice down!"
"Your friends went to see a movie while you slept. Tell me how you found this."
"It was just on a website!"
"Nice try but this isn't The Phantom Menace. This is an obscure skin flick starring your mother! You looked it up, didn't you."
"No!"
"So if I go to your browsing history, Nikki Fritz won't show up?" Goddamnit. I forgot she was surprisingly tech savvy for a 90s mom. God why did THAT turn me on? Mom sat down next to me.
"Honey, it's true, I do softcore porn to pay the bills. I never meant for you to see it."
"It... was on... TV. Another of your movies."
"Which one?"
"Virtual Encounters 2."
"Did you like it?"