The Rating Games

I was already in bed. Thinking of him and planning on masturbating. He is still watching TV. I could hear it.

He will never learn to get to bed at a reasonable time. He can't be late. He works for one of those companies where you have to go into the office - on time.

If you are late, your boss has to explain to the CEO or his designate why you are a slacker. So backward, so 90s. Jay can write programs from home as well as he can at work.

However, he does like being around people. He has made a lot of friends, good friends. He is personable and handsome. One of his female co-workers called him sexy.

That is cool... for him.

'Jay, it's after midnight, get to bed. You can't be late for work again. You know your boss will fire you for that. He is tired of making excuses to the CEO for his best employee.'

I saw what he was watching. The scene on the TV was an older woman with a younger guy. Pretty sure I know which program it was.

I heard him say, 'Aw shit.'

He fumbled around, his hands out of my sight.

He turned off the TV.

'Sorry Mom.'

Jay hurried back to his room past me. His zipper was down.

I turned on the TV. There it was. MILFs Out of Control. The frame frozen to the MILF and boy making out. She was naked. I checked the episodes. He has watched them all.

This is a problem. My sister and I are signed up for the next season. My agent landed this gig for us. I am doing it more for Jane than me. I have a slight concern it might damage my acting career, but my agent convinced me it would be a huge positive.

The premise of the show, MILFs vie for the affection and sex of one of the other MILF's sons.

I had the option to bring Jay onto the show.

I would prefer being there alone, free to be me and pursue one or more of the sons. The producer knew I had a son whose was the right age. They offered to call him. He would get paid for this, so he might like that. I told the producer I would ask him and get back to him.

Procrastination never works. I have been doing that a lot by avoiding asking the question.

More procrastination. I will talk to him tomorrow. Now that I know he has seen the program, obviously he has some interest. I have to think about this.

'Mom, were you watching MILFs Out of Control?'

'What are you doing up, you need to go to bed.'

He was ready for bed, wearing his pajama bottoms.

'I forgot my phone.'

'I don't see it,' I said.

He sat next to me and dug between the seats. He pulled it up.

'Well Mom, were you?'

The episode list still up.

'No, I was checking out how many episodes you watched. All of them!'

He looked embarrassed.

'Mom, I am sorry, I like the show.'

'Your zipper was down when you walked past me, were you masturbating?'

Now he was really embarrassed.

'No need to answer Jay.'

He stood up.

It's time to ask, enough procrastination.

'Sit Jay.'

He was wringing his hands, head hanging low, expecting some type of scolding.

'Jay, you know I have been looking for my next movie, TV show, commercial or something. I need to work, I need a gig. I have to pay the bills.'

'Mom, I can pay more rent.'

'Honey, thanks, you have done enough for me.'

He moved in close to me and put his left arm around me.

'I can do more Mom. Like the one time...'

With his other hand, he placed it on my inner thigh so close to my panties. I knew I should have put a robe on over my too small t-shirt.

'Stop! I thought we agreed that would not happen again. We would never talk about it too.'

'Sorry, just wanted you to know I am here if you need more from me.'

He didn't move away. Big grin on face.

I stole a look at his crotch. The head of his penis poking out from the pajama fly. I had to look away.

Too many memories flooded in. How it felt in my mouth, how it tasted, how big it grew with a just little stimulation by me.

The great feeling of his big cock deep in my pussy, pouring his warm cum into me while I bucked up and down on him. Enjoying every inch of my son's cock and my craziest orgasm ever.

It would be too easy right now to duplicate that satisfying encounter. It took months of regret and shame to wall those memories off. Never to be brought out, to be re-visited no matter how exciting they were.

But they were creeping back in like tonight. Once I started thinking about it, I had to masturbate.

Maybe that's why I said yes to this MILF gig. I want another young man to duplicate the experience, the Jay experience, to create new erotic memories for me without Jay. With him there...

Or is a revenge of sorts on my ex. I would show him I could attract and have sex with someone half my age just like him. I know I wouldn't marry them like he did.

'Mom, start up the final episode.'

Grabbing the remote, like a robot, I complied. It opened with a MILF making out with a young guy. Hands below the camera doing things to each other. You knew what they were doing.

The camera shots so creative. MILF's back to the camera. The guy rips open her blouse, surely exposing her breasts. You see his hand dip down pulling her shorts down. The top of her butt crack visible, the camera back up top.

He pushed off her blouse, her bare back now visible. You see her legs move up to to step out of her shorts. I quick shot of her entire backside. Nice body.

I looked over to Jay. His erection halfway out of his pajamas. I have to stop looking. Too much... too much...

Jay finally moved his hand away from my panties to his erection while still leaving his left arm around me.

He pulled it all the way out. His balls, those big balls that I had in my mouth the last time, the only time, pulled out as well resting on the bottom of the pajama fly.

Stop looking at it. Damn it. I am getting aroused. This TV show rated MA and so erotic.

Jay was stroking his erection. It was getting bigger.. and bigger... bigger. His balls bouncing up with the upstroke.

Oh god, I want to take over, do more with it. The memory walls crumbling. Reliving the fun, the sexual satisfaction of pleasuring my son.

I looked back at the screen. She was removing the guys clothes, shirt up and over his head. Her hands down below pulling down his jeans.

His hand drops low implying to control his erection. He moves forward. She spreads her legs and moves up, jumps up, probably his erection entering her.

The motion left no doubt. The camera focused on her bottom, the legs spread enough to see his balls sway in and out with each thrust.

Jay stated the obvious, 'He is fucking his Mom, just like I did.''

I looked at Jay. He was staring intently at the screen, his hand moving up and down so rapidly, it had to hurt.

He saw me looking at it.

'Would you like to take over like the last time?' he asked.

With his left arm, he pulled me down towards his pulsing erection, wet with saliva that he had applied with his hand.

I thought about it.

I reached out to take it. I moved my mouth close to the head.

He pushed me closer, my lips touching the head. I opened my mouth, ready to move down.

Can't do this again.

I tried to move up against the pressure of his hand. It wasn't working.

He pushed down harder, the head inside my mouth, resting on my tongue. I finally broke free of his pressure.

'I can't Jay, we promised each other not to do this again,' I said.

'Mom, just one more time, that's it, just one more time. We don't have to do everything. I promise I will stop, we can stop.'

The problem is I don't think I would be able to stop.

Fuck it. I moved back in position on my own volition. I grasped the bottom of the shaft. I wrapped my lips around the head letting saliva drip down.

I started to stroke him, slowly at first. Then more speed coupled with my mouth traveling down the shaft.

'Yes Mom! Thank you Mom. Make me cum Mom like the last time.'

The doorbell.

It broke the reverie I was in. I pulled back and sat up, wiping the saliva dripping out of my mouth. My eyes on his wet cock, his big wet cock.

What am I doing? This is wrong. I did this once, that was once too many.

Jay picked up his phone, the doorbell cam video up.

'Aunt Jane,' he said.

My twin sister Jane. She is a Broadway performer, her show just closed. We are both actors, but never in the same show. This time we will be together for the MILF show. The producers loved the idea.

'Jill, let me in!'

She was pounding on the door.

'Please, please let me in. Someone is following me! Hurry, please!'

I jumped up and headed to the door.

'Jay, go to you room and knock your thing down. Do not come out with an erection. Understood?'

'Yes Mom.'

'And don't forget your phone.'

Now, I wonder if he did that on purpose.

I opened the door and Jane rushed it. She slammed the door closed and locked it.

She moved to the bay window and peaked out.

'It's that black SUV.'

I looked, it was parked across the street.

'Who is that Jane?'

'I went to our favorite bar for a drink after dinner with a friend.

She was the outgoing twin.

'Jane, it's after midnight.'

'Ok, so I had a few. This good looking sexy guy sat next to me at the bar. We started conversing, it was actually fun talking to him. He kept the free rounds coming. Then...'

She paused.

'Then what?' I asked.

'Then he invited me to his place.'

She looked down. She knew how I looked down on picking up guys at bars. You never know where it will go.

'You said yes. Didn't you?'

Sheepishly she said, 'Yes. He was so damn attractive, so sexy, such a great person to talk to, easy to talk to. Why wouldn't I?'

'And...'

'I started gathering my stuff and paid for the one drink I had. Then it all unraveled. He asked me if I like rough sex. Was I into BDSM? Could I play the role of sex slave.'

'I emphatically said 'hell no'.

He gripped my arm hard and said, 'Well you don't get a vote. I am going to tie you up and fuck every one of your holes and you will love it, you will beg me for more.'

I broke his grip and said, 'Go fuck yourself!'

By now we had attracted a lot of attention so he let me go.

I ran to my car, he wasn't that far back, He yelled at me.

'Come back here you cock teasing bitch, you need to be taught a lesson.'

'I had a head start on him, but he caught up, I knew I couldn't go home so I came here.'

'Good that you did. I know what to do.'

I went to my room, to retrieve what I needed.

I walked out the front door leaving it open.

'Jill, what are you doing?'

I heard Jay say to Jane, 'what is she doing?.

I turned and said, 'Fixing the problem.'

I approached the driver's door, he rolled down the window.

'You didn't need to change, but I like it. Get in the car. Suck my cock right now.'

I hadn't changed out of my t-shirt. He thought I was Jane.

'I will if you do one thing for me.'

'Sure, what is it?'

'Close your eyes and open your mouth. I like to kiss open mouth.'

'Weird, but OK.'

He complied.

I inserted the barrel of the gun in his mouth. He tried to move away.

'Don't move, wrap your lips around it, if you don't, I pull the trigger right now.'

He closed in on it, I pushed it in even further. He squirmed and whimpered.

'I am letting you off this time. Next time I pull the trigger. Understood?'

He nodded. I slowly pulled the gun out but stopped with the end of the barrel still in.

'I changed my mind.'

I pushed it back in.

He whimpered again, now he was shaking.

I quickly pulled it out.

He wasted no time starting up the engine.

'You are fucking crazy!'

'I thought you like to play rough? That's how I play rough. Gun in your mouth while you fuck me. If you don't do good, don't make me cum, you are rewarded with a bullet. Yeah let's go.'

'I am calling the police.'

'Please do, it will give me a reason to track down your ass for real gun sucking play. Next time though, I will pull the trigger.'

He put it in gear and peeled away.

Back in the house, we sat on the couch.

'Mom, that's not even a real gun. What if he would have called your bluff?'

'I knew he wouldn't, he couldn't take the chance.'

Jane said, 'I think that whole scene reminds me of when you played that female detective tracking down the serial rapist.'

'You are right, almost the same lines. He even whimpered at the right time.'

'Jill, can I spend the night? I don't feel safe going home.'

'Sure.'

'Thanks Jill, you are the best.'

She looked at the TV. It was where we left off before I... I shouldn't have done that to him. Too crazy.

'Is that the MILF show?'

Jay said, 'Yes, let me back this up to the start of this scene. It is so erotic.'

He was sitting between us, no erection thank God, but I am sure that is just temporary.

'Hey, let's watch that in the morning. It is getting late, Jay has to work in the morning.' I said.

'No, no let's watch. I am all wound up,' Jane countered.

Fuck, no stopping now.

It was even more erotic this time for me, knowing what was coming next.

Jane paid rapt attention. She pulled up her legs, her short skirt dropping to her waist. Her head resting on her knees staring at the TV.

I could see Jay stealing looks of Jane's legs. Her nicely muscled dancer legs and ass looking sexy.

I stole a look at his crotch, an erection growing, no sign of it outside the fly. Part of me disappointed, the bad part. The good part thankful for it staying concealed.

Jane began rubbing her thighs, then pulled them tight against her breasts.

'Fucking hot, so fucking hot, how did they get this approved for a TV show?'

This time we watched it to the end. The son thrusting up hard, pausing, then another thrust, pause, another thrust.

His grunting signaling his orgasm. His Mom holding him tight, her whole body shaking with her own orgasm. He stopped, she stopped, they kissed.

She said, 'Thank you son.'

Jay was so hard. His erection making a tent in his loose fitting pajamas. Pretty sure he would pull it out if Jane wasn't here. And me... I would be on top of it picking up where we left off.

No I wouldn't! I have get this stuff out of my brain.

Jane blurted out, 'Son? He was fucking his Mom? I thought the show frowned on that. Sex only with someone else's son.'

She looked over at Jay for his response. His erection caught her eye.

'Oh my!' is all she said.

Jane shook her head. More thigh rubbing.

Back in control she was looking at me.

'Is that why the producer wants Jay on the program, so that you two can fuck?' Or fuck his aunt? Or both of us?'

Jay rightfully looked puzzled.

'Huh?'

'Oh my gosh, you haven't asked him! That's why the producer has been bugging me about what I know. They have all the other sons signed up.'

'Aunt Jane, what are you talking about?'

'Uh oh,' she said.

'I got this Jane.'

'Jay, I swear I was going to talk to you about this tonight but... you know, we got distracted. It's about the show we just watched.'

'Jane and I are going to be on the show. The producer needs to know if you are going to sign for the show because you are my son.'

Jane piped in.

'The producer told me that if you don't sign, one of us will be dropped. There can only be one free agent as they call it.'

I said, 'I hadn't thought about that.'

I wanted to be the free agent, but duh... Jane doesn't have any sons, just a daughter from her defunct marriage. So now this is easy.

'I will call my agent and let her know that I am dropping out. You can be the free agent Jane.'

Jay shouted, 'Why Mom? I will do it so that both of you can be in the show. This is exciting, when do we start.?'

Jane said, 'In two days. We need to be in Aruba to setup for the day one shoot.'

'Mom! I want to do it! I really do! TV, I would be on TV! My friends will be so jealous.'

'Plus, we both get paid. You said you need more money. We need more money. I will let you have all of mine.'

That would help pay the bills especially the mortgage. I was house rich with a huge debt.

Too many things could go wrong. Jay might cramp my style attracting another one of the sons. I have seen their pictures, I already have my sights on one.

What if Jay and I have a sex scene? I know we are great together, we could wow the crowd but having that out there, it might ruin my career.

What if... I can come up with so many other scenarios to say no. Yes makes the most sense.

'Mom, the money. We need the money, come on, let me do it.'

He is right.

'Fine, but what about work? They told me up to 1 to 2 weeks.'

'Yes!!! I will call my boss.'

He pulled out his phone.

'Jay, it's 2 AM!'

'No problem. He is working tonight. The other team he manages is installing a major update. They started at 1 AM.'

'Oh, all right.'

He stepped out the room. I noticed Jane watched as he left. When he was out of ear shot.

'Jill, did you see the size of that erection. Wow, so big. His girl friend is so lucky.'

'He doesn't have one.'

'What! He is in for a treat with all the MILFs chasing him. Especially if the word gets out.'

I couldn't agree more, but I can't say it out loud.

A tinge of jealousy roiled through me. Some lucky MILF, maybe more than one, will get the benefit of it.

'Good news! He approved 2 weeks but asked me to keep in touch. What should I pack?'

'Two weeks of clothes, beachware stuff, swim suits,' I said.

'Speedos or trunks?'

In concert Jane and I said, 'Speedos!'

We looked at each other, both surprised with our quick, forceful identical responses. We had the same thing on our minds, but would never admit it.

'Before you pack, I have to call the producer and let them know, Then she will talk to you about pay, send you a contract. You agree to terms and sign. So it's not real until all that happens.'

'Call her now!' Jay shouted at me.

'I will call her in the morning first thing.'

'Have both of you signed?'

'Yes, so we can help look at the contract. Should be the same, but I am not sure if the son's contract is diffeerent,' I said.

'OK, I am going to bed.'

He cut his eyes at me like 'are you coming?'

I shook no.

'Jane, how about a glass of wine?'

'That sounds great.'

We sat on the couch.

'Are you attracted to Jay?' I boldly asked Jane.

'Well yeah, like I am attracted to Brad Pitt. The difference is, I would fuck Brad but not Jay. He is my nephew, that would be incest. That's disgusting.'

Jane continued.

'I read on social media that a Dad got his daughter pregnant, she had his baby. He would baby sit with her and they would fuck when the kid took a nap. And it went on for 8 years before they stopped! So fucking disgusting, I can't picture any self respecting Mom or Dad fucking their off spring.'

'Could you picture that Jill?'

'No, of course not, so disgusting.'

We sat in silence for a while. I had an urge to admit out loud that Jay and I had sex and would have done it again if she hadn't come to the door.

But I didn't. Gonna keep that dirty secret for a while longer.

'I'm beat Jane. I left a t-shirt and a pair of panties in your room. Anything else you need?'

'Toothbrush?'

'In your bathroom, plus your favorite shampoo and conditioner.'

'You're the best Jill. Love you, see you in the morning.'

We went to our rooms.

Jay texted me, 'Are you coming or should I come to you?'

I stared at the phone, so bold, I love it. I thought about it.

I texted back, 'Heading your way.'

I opened my door to head to his room on the other side of the house next to the guest bedroom, Jane's bedroom.

I stopped dead. Jane was entering his room!

My phone buzzed a notification.

A text from Jay.

'Never mind, don't come. See you in the morning.'

So much for disgusting incest. I was pissed. I felt like barging in and breaking up this... whatever.

I am tired, I am going to bed. They can fuck all night. I don't care.