I didn't often talk about my life, because I knew people often had problems believing certain details even though I had been on several TV series which were often shown in reruns. It was true my face wasn't usually visible, but that was mostly because the cameraman had more interesting things to concentrate on.
The original documentary which had started it all was on TV once again. It was a part of a series which had been introduced by a well-known sexologist. The idea had been to accurately represent different aspects of sexuality. For this episode they had been looking for a mother and a son who would agree to do it on TV for the first time. Mom was the one who had suggested this to me, saying it would be once in a lifetime experience for me. It had taken a while for me to agree, and we had been interviewed thoroughly before the filming, both separately and together.
It had been weird to even see mom naked at first. She had short dark hair and her bush between her legs was thick and dark. Her breasts were large and shapely, although they were saggy in a way which was not surprising for a woman of her age. It had taken a while for us and the crew to properly set up everything. This was meant to be documentative and instructive, so mom's legs were wide open in a reverse cowgirl position. That way the penetration could be seen as well as possible while keeping our faces out of the view.
"Oh, God, mom..." I sighed and groaned on the screen as my mother rode me, her hips twisting and turning. Her breasts were swaying and bouncing with her motions.
I saw mom's hips shuddering when I came, and my own hands holding tightly onto them. It really was a special feeling to be able to be close like that at least once in your life. I heard my own voice groaning deep and saw my toes curling. A close-up showed my balls throbbing and bombing their contents into the womb where they belonged. The ejaculations were shooting like massive jolts through the shaft and into mom.
I remembered that orgasm very well. I had thought it would be difficult to do it with mom, and the TV crew being there had certainly not made it any less awkward, but everything had worked out in the end.
Eventually there was nothing left, and I was only able to caress my mother's incredible hips which had given me life and now made me come harder than I would ever have thought possible. The feeling of my balls being empty and my mother's womb being full had been natural and peaceful.
After that the sexologist talked for a while, but I didn't bother listening to her since I had seen this so many times before.
Then an update followed. It had been filmed eight months later. Mom was naked and on her knees, and the camera kept on zooming on mom's big pregnant belly and her large dark areolas and nipples. This had certainly not been planned, but the sexologist had wanted to film a follow-up after she had heard what had happened.
Because we couldn't openly acknowledge these things and I had been away at the university and other business, we had not touched each other since that one time, and the feelings were intensified by the fact that my mother was carrying my child.
Mom's head was moving in a steady rhythm, and occasionally the camera showed how she was stroking my balls with her fingers. A montage of home videos and pictures from our family album was shown on the screen and slurping and groaning sounds could be heard in the background.
My toes curled and I instinctively caught a fistful of mom's black hair and forced her head down. My hips jumped and I groaned loud.
The microphones had been set just right so you could heard the sound mom made when I came and a big spurt shot into her mouth. You could audibly hear her say "M-m!" when she caught a mouthful of her child's semen. A close-up showed the movement in her throat as she swallowed it down. There was no way a mother could have spit anything her child would shoot from his balls, much less so if he was also the father of her new baby.
My mother's pouty lips kept patiently pumping the shaft as long as my balls kept throbbing and I had anything left to shoot, and the cameras caught every tender moment of it from several angles. Mom's fingers were stroking my balls and keeping them pulsating and firing. For artistic reasons there were also animations of an ejaculation spliced in occasionally, with a droning voice telling facts about what was happening while my orgasm groans could be heard at the same time. It sounded like they had been taken from some other sex education documentary, probably made by the same team.
Finally mom bent down and started covering my balls in sweet little kisses. I was trying to recover from one of the most incredible orgasms of my entire life. I could only caress her hair adoringly and said for the first time in ages: "I love you, mom." Mom hugged me around the waist, and I could feel her belly and breasts against my legs.
The last part shown was from a family video where my two sisters were kissing mom's belly. They had been quite enthusiastic about the situation when we had told them about it. Mom opened her legs wide and the girls kneeled down between them. They took turns trying to see who could give mom the better orgasm. From the shivers going through mom's thighs I declared it a tie.
Not surprisingly, only a couple of people in addition to us appeared in the documentary. I didn't know any of them, because everyone had been promised complete anonymity. Naturally everyone's age had been verified in all of these productions like the disclaimer in the beginning always said.
There was a shot of a girl giving a blowjob to her father. She seemed really shy, and she kept her legs together even when she was naked and on her knees. It had been shot from the side and back so her face was not visible, but her ponytail could be seen bouncing energetically. The nerd in me noted how much the girl resembled Rikku from Final Fantasy X. That couldn't have been an accident. I wondered if she was a cosplayer, or if she had just liked the style.
The dad was rock hard and she was no doubt looking up at him with big innocent eyes. He came hard when his little princess kept going long enough. Both dad and daughter seemed to be surprised by the force of the ejaculation, with dad shouting out loud and the girl making a distressed whimper.
She still kept suckling and her hand reached out to stroke dad's hairy balls as she swallowed his semen burst by burst. The ejaculations could be seen as little motions in her cheeks and throat. Her other hand was pumping the shaft vigorously and rhythmically and her lips stayed latched on as long as daddy had anything left to shoot. It was hard to say what she got out of it, but I guess she just was daddy's little sperm catcher. Always ready, like a girl scout. She probably had been one as a kid, for that matter. Anything dad could shoot, she would swallow.
The dad grunted deep each time he fired a mouthful. He must have been saving his load for quite some time, and the girl who looked like Rikku had made her own father come harder than anyone ever and swallowed his balls empty. I very well knew that warm feeling which overcame you after you had shot absolutely everything you had and all you could do was sigh. I had experienced the same with mom during our moment together.
The most surprising clip in the documentary was the one at the end where another shy girl was with her own mom. You couldn't see much more than the girl's nose in the mother's bush as her tongue kept working, but the sounds were very interesting. The only way you could be sure she was a girl was because she had long brown hair, her perky breasts were briefly visible in the beginning, and because it sounded like the mom called her a "good girl" at the most tender moments.
I watched the shy little first kiss between a cute girl and her mother's bushy and wide cunt. She raised her head and said: "It's so warm and hairy, mom."
When she bent down and kissed it again, her mother instructed her: "Slip your tongue in there this time. That's it. Good girl. Keep going."
The girl was really trying. She must have liked the feeling of being close like that. The mother's thighs were wide open and a twitch went through them and her hips moved.
"M-hmm?" the girl said when she felt her mother's vagina making warm waves around her tongue. She tried to keep going at an even faster pace.
The mother reached a beautiful orgasm on national television, and warm tremors could be seen going through her hips and thighs.
The documentary ended after this, so I switched to some interesting videos I had recently been given by a producer who had hired me. I had watched them before, but it was hard to get tired of something like this.
The first one was an old clip of Audrey Hepburn. She was laying on a bed and her head was bouncing against the pillow. Her small breasts were also visible on screen, and the nipples had perked up. Suddenly a loud groan could be heard and several big spurts of thick jizz shot from outside the screen and landed on her face and hair.
I don't know if it was true, but I had heard these clips had been originally made for a special charity drive in which you had to donate ten million dollars to the children of Africa to receive a copy, so only very few and very famous people actually had them.
There was another shot of Audrey. Now she was on her knees and the dark triangle of hair between her legs was fully visible. There were three men standing in front of her. Her slender fingers were stroking the men's hairy testicles and her dark eyes were blinking, their gaze was alternating from one man to the other. She flinched and pinched her eyes and lips shut when white spurts suddenly jetted through the air and landed on her adorable face and hung off her short black hair as gooey strings. Slimy droplets dribbled off her chin and onto her small breasts. One thick and sticky drop jiggled from her perked up left nipple, and some had ran down all the way to the dark bush between her thighs and were sticking there like pearls.
Another old clip followed. Lauren Bacall's lips were working. She occasionally opened her eyes and looked up at the screen with a dramatic gaze. I don't know who the man was. He was never shown from the waist up, but he suddenly groaned and shifted his hips. His testicles started throbbing, and her lips were responding in the same rhythm. Her eyes were closed and her head kept moving. Her luscious pouty lips were pumping the man so hard he shouted out loud as he shot long bursts, and she swallowed everything the lucky guy could shoot. When the man finally started going limp, the diva raised her head and looked at the camera. When she got up at the end, you could momentarily see her bush on the screen just before the picture cut away.
The next videos were from a more modern version of the same idea. The titles were quite descriptive: "Halle Berry 1000 Man Bukkake Gangbang ", and another with the same title except with Jennifer Love Hewitt's name instead. I'm sure the number had been exaggerated, but not as much as you'd think judging by what I had seen. Both stars looked quite young in these, so they must have been filmed a while ago.
