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"That's it, I'm becoming a porn star." Mrs Sutton dumped her briefcase on the floor.

Luke looked up from the book he was reading. "Hmm, bit of a career change, Mum."

She froze in place. "I didn't realise you were visiting."

"Not visiting," he said. "I'm staying here for a while. Did Dad not mention this to you?"

"No, he..." she paused. "Well, maybe he did. Work has been... it's been a lot. I'm not really... it's kind of a joke between your father and me."

"What's a joke between us?" Luke's father had just walked in from the kitchen. He gave his wife a kiss.

"Mum's decided to take up a career in sex work."

"Ah, yes," said his dad. "Stressful day at work, dear?"

She nodded.

"I don't think I understand old person humour," said Luke.

"Such disrespect from my son," said his father.

His mother sighed. "I often joke that if I'm gonna get... made love to anyway, I might as well get paid for it."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "You don't usually say it like that, though, do you?"

His dad chuckled. "She's trying to protect impressionable young ears."

"Hey, I'm a big adult now, I'll have you know. Old enough to vote and to get fucked by the housing market. Maybe I should get into sex work too."

She gasped in mock outrage. "Luke Sutton, we did not teach you that language in this house!"

Her husband chuckled again. "It's definitely the word she usually uses, though."

Luke grinned. "Anyway, glad to hear it was just a joke; wouldn't want to accidentally come across a clip of you."

She shook her head. "No one's paying for this."

"Because they couldn't afford it," said her husband.

"Smooth, Dad," said Luke. His father winked at him. "But Mum, it is my sad duty to inform you that there is a niche for everything and everyone on the internet."

"That's great honey, if I ever get the urge to get my boobs out on camera I'll keep that in mind."

Her husband shrugged. "Wouldn't even necessarily need to get your boobs out. Could just get your feet out."

She gave him a sharp glance. "I'm sorry, what?"

Luke nodded. "Like I said Mum, everything and everyone."

"Huh," she said. "So just like... pictures of feet, not doing anything?"

He shrugged. "I never looked into it that deeply. Maybe they'd be in sexy poses or something."

His dad chuckled. "Not sure what a sexy pose is when it comes to feet."

"Huh," his mother said again. "And like, any kind of feet?"

Luke shrugged again. "I'm sure some feet would be more popular than others." He glanced down at his own feet. "Hell, I could probably sell feet pics."

"Well," said his father, "I don't know that a man's feet pics would sell quite as well as a woman's."

"No one would know," said Luke. "Not if I shaved my legs."

His mother sat down and pulled her shoes off. "What do you think? Would people pay to see these?"

"Obviously your feet are gorgeous," said her husband. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you actually thinking of trying this?"

"Yeah, maybe?" she said. "I dunno, I guess now I'm curious if people would really pay for pics of my feet."

"No harm in trying," said Luke. "Well, no harm except the knowledge that somehow, somewhere, some dudes will be masturbating to your feet. But hey, I will if you will."

"Now you too?" asked his dad.

"It's just feet, right?" he said. "Not like we'd be getting our clothes off."

"Right!" said his mum. "It's kind of an experiment, almost. And maybe we'd earn a little pocket money."

Mr Sutton rolled his eyes. "Well, go for it. I'm sure the extra ten bucks a year will go a long way."

"You can take some photos for me, right honey?" asked his wife.

He shook his head. "Leave me out of this. This is your weird experiment."

"It might work better if they're taken from your perspective, anyway," said Luke. "I'll look up what website we should sign up to."

Luke got up and went to his room. Mrs Sutton looked over to her husband. "You're comfortable with this, right darling?"

Mr Sutton had already tuned out and started reading a book. "Hmm? Oh, of course honey. Honestly, I have to admit I'm a little curious to see if the two of you get any bites."

"And you don't have a problem with other men potentially... pleasuring themselves to me? It'll only be my feet!"

He chuckled. "I'd never say this in front of Luke, but that'd be kind of hot. And hey, if you ever wanted to show more than your feet, it's your body. Just make sure you practice internet safety. There's some creeps out there."

She smiled and kissed him. "Thanks darling."

~

True to his word, Luke found a list of suitable websites. Together, he and his mother selected one that seemed to have good internet security, and a relatively easy to use interface. Then he helped her create her profile, and created one for himself.

"Thanks honey," she said. "I don't often have the bandwidth to do-" she waved a hand towards his computer "-all that after..." she paused.

He gave a cheeky grin. "After getting fucked at work?"

"Language!" she said, but she was smiling too. "But yes, after that."

"No problem, Mum," said Luke. "Maybe you can pay me back by showing me how to shave my legs."

"I just use an electric shaver. There's no real technique to it."

"Oh, I thought maybe that wouldn't be a close enough shave."

She shrugged. "It does the job most of the time. If I needed to get a closer shave that'd last longer, I'd get it waxed."

"Huh, not sure I'm keen on that."

She shook her head. "No dedication, that's the problem with your generation."

"Maybe let's see how this experiment goes before I think about waxing." He paused. "Do you want any help with taking your photos, or are you all good?"

"I'll manage."

He nodded. "I'll try to shave my legs, then."

So he ducked into the en suite and closed the door. He took his beard trimmer, got into the shower, and trimmed his leg hair down short, then took his shaver and shaved his legs smooth. He hesitated for a moment, then stripped down to his briefs. He shaved along the line of his briefs, then put his shorts back on and washed the leg hair down the drain. He briefly pulled back the band of his briefs and peered inside. Nah, he didn't need to trim those, not like he was getting that out for the pictures. Besides, he didn't want to have any kind of blade that close to the... sensitive area. Even though his electric shaver seemed to mostly avoid cutting the skin, that was a higher level of trust than he possessed.

He exited the en suite. His mum was sitting on his bed, looking at her phone. "Any luck?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" She looked up at him. "I took a few but... I don't think they're any good."

He held out a hand. "Can I have a look?" She hesitated, then passed him the phone. He flicked through a few of them, then shrugged. "I don't know. They seem fine to me? I mean sure, there's probably room for improvement, but you've also gotta leave them wanting more." He thought for a moment. "Maybe if you showed a bit more of your leg? It's mostly just feet and nothing else."

"I thought that was what people were into."

He shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know, I don't really understand the fetish, but it couldn't help to show a bit more, right? Like, maybe just up to the knee?"

"I guess."

He pushed a chair towards her. "Here, try this. Rest your feet on the back of this chair."

He passed her phone back to her. She wriggled towards the chair, then raised her feet onto the backs. She took a photo, then crossed her legs and took another.

"Try getting really close," he said, beckoning her closer. She wriggled closer, but he kept beckoning, until her butt was almost pressed almost against the chair back, and her legs folded over the top. He gave a thumbs up, and she took a couple photos. She paused for a moment; her work skirt still came just past her knees. She reached up, gently pulled her skirt towards her so her knees were showing, just a bit, and took a few more photos. "Yeah, maybe a bit better," he said.

She shrugged. "Enough to start, I think. You don't need any help with your photos, right? I was going to go see if your father needs help making dinner."

He waved her away. "Go, that's more important."

~

"So, how's the porn career going?" asked Mr Sutton. The three of them were seated at the dining table enjoying a pasta dish.

"Going well," said Luke. "I'm sure we'll soon have the most popular feet in the world."

His mum laughed. "I haven't even uploaded my photos yet."

"Well, same," said Luke. "But the ones I saw of yours looked decent. I'm relatively happy with mine, too."

"You know, I saw that Lily Allen is making more from feet pics than she is from Spotify," said Mr Sutton.

"Been checking out our competition?" asked his wife.

"Maybe we should consider releasing some best selling albums to drum up interest," said Luke.

"Do you want a look at the photos I took?" Mrs Sutton asked her husband.

He laughed and shook his head. "No, if I decide to get super into feet I'll just peek at yours in person." He glanced towards Luke. "I definitely don't need to see yours."

~

After dinner, Luke and his mother sat in his room and chose which pics to put up. They both uploaded a handful. Mrs Sutton got a ping from her phone. "I've already got a subscriber!"

Luke nodded. "That's me. Subscribe back, it'll probably help with the algorithm or whatever."

"What do you mean?"

"New users will see that we're more popular, and will be more likely to want to subscribe."

She frowned. "Seems a bit counter-intuitive to pay money to each other, which the site is going to take a cut of anyway."

He shrugged. "I set us both up with free subscription accounts at the moment."

"Really? How are we going to make money, then?"

"Desperate internet men will develop a weird and gross parasocial relationship with us and send us money so that we'll think they're special."

"Uh. Not sure I love the sound of that."

"Well, that or we could offer the odd bit of premium content once we're established."

She raised an eyebrow. "You sound oddly familiar with how these sites work."

He shrugged. "I've looked into it a little bit. I can kinda see the appeal, but I've never felt the urge to spend money when there's so much available for free."

"I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that you watch porn."

"Well, I guess I'm moving up to creating now."

She smiled. "I'm still not convinced feet pics count."

"I would take some boob pics, but you know..."

She laughed. "Guess we should stick to feet pics for now."

~

Over the next week, they each uploaded a few pictures a day, and gradually their subscription base started to climb. During the day, Luke took pictures doing chores, or out in the neighbourhood going for a walk, while his mother took shots under her desk at work, or while on her lunch break. When they got home, they'd go through some of their shots together, and take a few more in Luke's room. After a week, they each had about twenty subscribers, and had had a handful of people give them money, usually accompanied by a message about what they wished they could do to their feet. The first time, Luke's mum didn't know how to respond. "Just say 'thanks' with a winky face or something," said Luke.

"That's it?" asked his mum. "They sent me some money, don't you think they'll be expecting more?"

"They will be if you set a precedent," he said. "Just say thanks, maybe throw in a term of endearment."

So for a week more, they each continued to take and upload photos, and accept money from lonely strangers while giving them back nothing but thanks, and maybe a 'sweetie' or a 'darling' and a face with a wink or with its tongue out.

And then one Friday - perhaps it had been a long week and Mrs Sutton just felt being extra daring, or perhaps she thought she could get even more money - after taking a few shots of her feet, legs and knees, she hesitated for a moment, held her phone between her legs, and took a shot of her panties. She looked around; no one appeared to be around. She adjusted her top so more cleavage was showing, then held her phone above her and took a shot from her neck down.

~

As Mrs Sutton approached her son's room that evening, she heard him say, "Oh shit." She paused outside his room, and he said it again, twice more. She raised an eyebrow and opened the door.

"What happened, you lose some subscribers?"

"No, I..." he paused. "I saw you got a few extra subscribers this afternoon."

"Oh," she said, "Did I?"

"Not exactly feet pics, were they?"

She shrugged. "I didn't show anything more than what you'd see at the beach."

"Sure, whatever," he said. "Anyway, I panicked because you were pulling so far ahead of me..."

"Come on," she said, "we're not competing against each other. We're a team!"

"I know," he said, "and I should've left it alone, but I guess I got jealous and I..."

"What, did you take some boob pics like you suggested?"

He shook his head. "Not exactly."

She shook her head. "So mysterious." She pulled out her phone and navigated to Luke's profile. "Ohhhh," she said. Presumably inspired by, and in response to, her panty shot, Luke's latest picture was of him, from the waist down, in nothing but his briefs, with a prominent and obvious bulge. "That does kind of spoil the illusion that you're a woman taking these pics."

"Yeah," he said. "Like I said, panicked."

"Some of the comments are..." she said.

"Yep. Might be time to delete my account."

"Well, hang on," she said. She quickly typed up a message.

"What are you doing?"

"Just trying something," she said. "If it doesn't work at all, you can still delete if you want." She hit the 'send' button.

Luke refreshed. The latest comment, from his mum's account, could best be described as a gentle motherly scolding, to all of the other commenters, telling them to be nice to her son, or Mummy wouldn't let them look at her feet (or anything else) any more. "Great, thanks Mum, being rescued by my mother is much less embarrassing."

"Shh," she said, "they love this 'Mummy' shit."

And she was right. The tide of the comments was turning. The hateful messages had slowed, to be replaced by comments asking if they were really mother and son, and if they would do pictures together. Luke had lost a few subscribers initially, but the bleeding appeared to have stopped.

"See?" she said.

He gave a small grin. "Thanks Mum."

She scanned some of the comments. "You know, some joint pics wouldn't be a terrible idea."

He raised an eyebrow. "That wouldn't be weird?"

She shrugged. "We could just get some by sitting next to each other." She walked over to his bed and sat down, then patted the spot next to her.

He shrugged, stood up from in front of the computer, and sat next to her. "So, just like this?"

"Sure," she said. She took some photos from above their knees, taking in all of their legs and feet. "You take some too," she said, "so we can upload different ones to each of our accounts, and then convince people to subscribe to both of us."

So he got his phone out as well, and also took some photos. Then they took a few where there legs were somewhat intertwined. "This isn't weird?" he asked.

"Pfft," she said. "It's fine. Actually it's kind of nice, I don't get as many hugs from you these days."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. "Mum, I love you, and I'm happy to hug you any time."

She smiled, turned, wrapped her arms around him, and leaned sideways onto the bed. They each lay there, face to face, holding each other to their chest, for a few minutes. She spoke first. "I suppose we should upload these photos."

He smiled. "I suppose so."

She kissed him on the forehead, and they both sat up again.

After they'd uploaded the photos of them together, she went back to the comment thread.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Just blocking a few people from my page."

"Oh come on, you don't want to lose subscribers."

She shrugged. "This is only a side hustle, it doesn't really matter. Just letting some of these awful people experience the tiniest taste of consequences. I'm also putting up an announcement on my page so people know exactly the kind of behaviour that will get them blocked."

She hit post, and Luke navigated to his page to see the announcement. "Damn," he said. "Really hit them with the 'not mad, just disappointed.' Absolutely devastating."

She smiled. "I've got to stay in character now."

~

After the initial dip in subscribers for both of them - his from people leaving, hers from blocking people for hate speech or general dickishness - their subscriber counts started to slowly build over the next week, as they posted more photos with both sets of legs in them. At their audience's prompting, they struck slightly more daring poses. Him sitting on her lap. Her on his. Him giving her a foot massage. Her shaving his legs. The two of them cuddling, legs entwined. Nothing inappropriate, of course, but definitely more touchy feely than they had been in the past.

"You know what," said Luke one Friday afternoon.

"Hmmm?"

"We should go get a pedicure some time."

"Some time, huh."

"Dad's away this weekend, we could get it done tomorrow."

"Hmm," said his mum. "Might be something fun for the fans."

"That's what I'm saying."

"We could get a few snaps while we're there, as well."

"Better keep our beauticians' faces out of it though."

She nodded. "Of course."

~

The next morning they drove to a nearby nail salon; they decided to get their toenails painted as well, while they were there. She went bright red, and he went light blue. They took a few pictures of the process, making sure to keep the faces of the nail salon employees out of the shots. Luke even took some video.

After they got home, they uploaded some of the pictures. Luke also uploaded the video, but marked it as paid content. This was the first time either of them had taken video, so he figured some of their usuals would be willing to pay for it.

As Luke sat and watched to see if anyone was buying the video, his mother entered his room. "Got some premium content, huh?"

He shrugged. "We've established a minor following. Figured it might be worth trying."

She peered at his computer screen. "Anyone buying?"

He nodded. "A few." He glanced over her, then down at her feet. "Maybe we should take a few more, while our nails are fresh."

"Good idea," she said. "And I want to take some video."

He nodded. "How about I give you another foot massage? That might look all right on video."

"I will never say no to a nice foot massage."

He grinned. "Thought you might not hate that idea. Where are we thinking?"

She sat down on the edge of his bed and dangled her feet off the edge. She wiggled her toes at him. "Come and get 'em!"

"Oh, you should wiggle them on video."

So she pulled out her phone and started filming, and he pulled up a chair at her feet and started massaging them. Before long, he'd worked his way up to her calves. She moaned in appreciation. "Oh honey, that's so good."

He raised an eyebrow. "Seems a bit over the top." She winked and gestured to the phone in her hand. He rolled his eyes. Of course she would be hamming it up for the camera. A thought struck him; it would be fun to see if he could break her out of character. He bent down and kissed one of her feet.

She gasped, and he looked up at her and grinned. But then she chuckled. "That tickles baby." He smiled and started to slowly suck on a big toe. "Yes, that's it," she said. "Deep throat that toe."

He choked laughing. "That's fucked up, Mum."

She smiled. "You're not the only one who can be shocking." He shrugged, then grabbed her foot with both hands, lifted it to his mouth and licked up and down her sole. She raised an eyebrow. "Not sure that's sanitary."