The Social Experiment: Brothers and Sisters.
The following is a work of fiction. It contains graphic amounts of incestuous sex. If this is not your cup of tea, do not read further.
To understand where this commentary comes from, it would be best to read 'The Social Experiment: Mothers and Sons' first. But if all you're looking for is a quick toss, there should be plenty to help you get off.
All characters are a minimum of eighteen years old.
Keeping the above in mind, please, enjoy the story. If you were kind enough to vote and/or leave a constructive comment, positive or negative, I would be appreciative.
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Xavier Johns, again, readers. A little over twelve months have passed since I wrote about my fixation with my mother and how I turned that obsession into a lucrative porn career. After those events, my mother and I moved to The Gold Coast hinterland, where we now live as husband and wife. We still enjoy the occasional dalliance with others, however. Mum's lover and best friend, Roxy, plus Roxy's son Jacob are regular visitors.
My mother may be forty-one, but she's still pipingly hot and stunningly beautiful. You see, mum looks a lot like a ripely matured Bella Hadid. Mum shares the name Bella with her more famous doppelganger.
Mum is rightly proud of her looks. The figures from her modelling portfolio state that mum is as follows: Height: 5 feet 9 (175 cm). Weight: 121 lbs (55 kg). Measurements: 38-24-34. Her breast size is 38C.
My mother's eyes are blue, her cheekbones high and pronounced, and her lips full and 'bee stung'. Mum's natural hair colour is blonde, but she typically dyes it dark brown or black with 'blood red' highlights.
I'm told I look a lot like my mother. We share similar eyes, noses and mouths. However, my mother's skin colouring is porcelain white. In contrast, I'm so olive-skinned that I'm often mistakenly identified as being Mediterranean.
We even share the same hair colour, dark brown/black, except my mother's hair colouring comes from a bottle, and mine is natural.
Because the first film Mum, Roxy, Jacob, and I made sold incredibly well, we made four more. All feature highly in the top-watched/highest-rated categories. In addition, the seven scenes I've edited down to less than ten minutes from the full movies featuring either Roxy or my mother on top in a 69 with the other, whilst Jacob and I take turns swapping between their mouths and pussies and asses, have received over two million views.
These short clips sell for only ninety-nine cents, but even at that little, they've earned us all a spectacular amount of money. At Mr Peterson's request, the royalties from the films featuring the four of us are split at twenty-five percent each.
"Whenever possible, share your wealth and good fortune with your friends and family, Xavier." Mr Peterson lectured me. "Money and fame are fleeting. Friends and family are forever, so be good to both."
With Brisbane's 'Porn King', Peter Peterson's help, Xavier Recording and Movie Studios, is now one of Australia's premier porn studios. Working exclusively with Mr Peterson, my genre Mother and Son incest porn produces between five and twelve movies per month. The royalties from these movies earn my wife/mother and me enough money that we can pretty much do and buy anything we want.
It makes a nice change from our penurious existence in Brisbane's Logan district.
Because I needed the money, I allowed Mr Peterson to change my original concept of real mother and son couples being shown porn and then recording the results to actors taking the roles.
The two scenarios are close because the reactions are still unscripted and genuine. The actor playing the 'mother' chooses what porn they watch and then controls and guides any activity resulting from her sexual arousal.
However, it doesn't help my studies into whether consensual incest between legally mature adults has any adverse results for the participants or not. I thought my love for and 'marriage' to my mother had enhanced both of our lives, and I yearned to test to see if that held true for other mother/son couples.
Unfortunately, it's still incredibly difficult to find actual Mother/son couples to participate, hence the use of actors. I've had thousands of fathers applying to attempt my experiments with their daughters, but I have no interest in that. It's trite and has been done often enough already.
I have considered swapping the demographic around, i.e. giving the daughter control and letting her choose what happens. But it's just the same old 'father taking advantage of naïve daughter' that we've seen thousands of times.
With the genre growing so rapidly in popularity, I hoped more couples would use the web address given in the trailer and movie's intro to sign up for my experiments. But, alas, no. Only three other genuine biological mother/son couples applied.
Two of these couples sat doing nothing for the fifteen minutes required to earn their $15,000 payment. The other couple was a ragingly erotic success. The son was a recently turned eighteen virgin. His mother, a sexually inexperienced thirty-seven-year-old. Together, they watched a Swedish film named 'Mamma lär sin son hur man knullar (Mummy teaches her son how to fuck).
Mum and son seemed to take this film as a literal instruction video and followed the actors in the film through every sexually explicit action and activity. By the time my successful couple finished, I had enough recorded footage for three movies.
Using the excuse of bringing them their first bonus checks, I visited Penny and Peter (not their real names) at their home. Explaining what my PhD thesis is on, I asked if, for an extra $5,000 bonus, they'd allow me to interview them.
Similarly to Bella and me, Penny and Peter live more as husband and wife than mother and son. They call each other loving names like honey and sweetheart and are openly affectionate. Penny told me that with her newfound confidence, she quit smoking and lost almost twenty kilograms (44 lbs).
With his mother's love and guidance, Peter has returned to school to complete his Higher School Certificate so he can follow his dream of becoming a lawyer.
Although this is another positive result for my theory, it proves little. I'll need a sample of at least 100 couples before any trends can be established. The thing is, I have no idea where to find them.
Talking things through with Mr Peterson, I broadened the scope of my participants to include older sisters with younger brothers. I need the sister to be the eldest for the same reasons I eschewed fathers and daughters. I desire to avoid the accusation that my films exploit young women.
Not even the most rabid feminist can accuse me of subjugating these women with the female partner in the older and more dominant role.
Despairingly, I still struggle to find actual biological couples. Of course, Mr Peterson happily provided a bevy of actors and actresses to choose from to make simulated incest movies.
Carefully screening these actors to pair couples with similar features, eyes, hair and body shapes, and then setting up the scenario described in my earlier work made for some sensational movies. This sub-genre is almost as popular as its Mother/son parent.
In case you haven't read the first Social Experiment story, let me quickly lay out how my films work.
Once the participants have signed all releases, they're shown into my studio. The studio contains a long couch in front of a big-screen television. The TV is connected to a porn streaming service, and a computer mouse sits beside the TV remote.
The older female partner has total control over what happens. First, the sister chooses an end on which to sit; her brother then sits on the other. The brother may not shift from this spot or do anything other than talk unless his sister has given him express permission. The sister then chooses some porn to watch.
As part of the application form, the sister has noted which types of porn are her favourite, and thumbnails featuring her preferences are easily visible on the TV screen.
I have cameras recording from every possible angle the whole time the experiment runs so that no sexual activity is missed. I even have a 'wire cam' now (a camera that travels along a series of wires that can be loosened to go lower or tightened to fly higher).
If the sister does nothing but idly watch porn for the contracted fifteen minutes, I've wasted $15,000, and she and her brother have made a nice windfall. But if they do make love, I collate the first five minutes of footage into movie form. Then, I invite the participants to view what I've made.
If they agree, I edit the footage into as many feature-length films as possible. Peter Peterson then distributes them through his worldwide porn network. The two participants receive an extra 5% of all profits made after distribution.
The way Mr Peterson insists the contract works ensures everybody, actors and producer(s), receive a monthly check for their agreed percentage amount from the movie's sales.
The sister/brother couple can allow the films to be released with their faces pixelated if they wish. But this drops the bonus to another one-off payment of $15,000. This is because pixelating the faces costs me a fortune and a lot of time.
On a recent day, despairing of ever finding a true biological sister and brother to film, I shut my studio and headed home. As usual, my mother greeted me at the door wearing very little. This time, all she had on was a tiny thong swimsuit bikini bottom.
Her gorgeous 38C breasts swung tantalisingly in front of me as, kneeling, Bella unzipped me and tugged my trousers down.
"Bad day, honey?" Mum asked as she took my thick 7-inch cock shaft in her hand before swirling her tongue around and over its head.
Holding my mother's head as I attempted to force more of my now rigidly erect cock into her mouth, I groaned, "I'm sick of working with Prima Donna actors, Bella. All they do is whinge that the camera makes their asses look fat when they are. Or, their cocks are bigger than they look on screen, but they aren't.
Or they're not getting enough of their faces on the screen, so people know how they look and want to see more of their films.
I'm fucking over it, Bella. After another few movies, I'm hoping we can give this up and fuck off to another country where we can truly live as husband and wife because nobody knows who we are."
Practising to be my mother's man, I'd begun calling my mother by her given name. Old habits die hard, though. Even in public, I regularly forget and call my mother 'mum' instead of by her name.
Releasing my cock from her mouth, mum said, "Roxy", before sucking me back down again.
"What about Roxy?" I moaned as mum slid her fingers along my perineum and onto my ring. "The fat tart (Roxy isn't really fat, she's lush) is as sexy as all hell, but what does she have to do with anything?"
Rimming my ass with her finger, mum replied, "JoJo turned eighteen last year, remember? Roxy's youngest, Charlie, turns eighteen today. Why don't I ask Roxy if she'd let JoJo and Charlie get it on together for your film? JoJo isn't a virgin anymore; she told Roxy that, but she won't let on who took her virginity. Roxy is reasonably certain it was Jacob, but neither of them will admit it.
