Return Of The Taboo Mom

Retired Porn star returns to the industry to support her son. Enjoy.. **** "You want me to what?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with shock. "You heard me, mom." Rick replied, an evil smirk on his face, "I want you to do what you've been doing to all those guys behind dad's back. So get on your knees and suck my cock." "I won't!' I shook my head vigorously, causing my long blonde hair flying about, "I'm your mother, for Christ's sake." "You're a big time slut!" He pointed at my black micro dress, "Look at how you're dressed! Bet you just came back from f*****g someone!" "What do you care?" I put my hands on my hips and pushed my chest out, showing off the fact I had no bra on. My t**s were a little on the smaller side, but still pretty prominent in the skin tight dress and I'd given my n*****s a quick pinch to harden them when the camera had been on Rick. "Your father's never home and he cheats on me, so what, I like to have some fun?" "You have a lot of fun and you're f*****g guys my age!" Rick laughed, "So why not f**k me?" "Because I'm your mom and mothers don't have s*x with their sons." "They do when they don't have a choice." He shrugged, "Unless you want dad to see these." He held up the envelope and pulled out several photos. I gasped when I saw they were from recent shoots, me on my knees sucking off Jimmy Jay. I was holding his c**k in front of my open mouth, c*m drooling from my lips and down onto my chin and t**s. He showed another pic, this one of me on my hands and knees getting f****d from behind by Mark Steel. My blue eyes wide and my mouth was open in a staged cry of pleasure. "Where did those come from?" I demanded. "Um," Rick hesitated, when I went off script, "I had you followed and..." "Seriously!" I snatched the photos from his hand and waved them at Dan sitting just off to the side of the set, "Where the hell did you get these?" "Cut!" Dan yelled, "Calm down, Molly, they're stills I had printed to use as a prop." "Since when do we really need props?" I walked over to the edge of the set, my absurdly high stiletto heels clicking on the floor, like any mother would walk around her son in five inch heels. "He could have showed me a damn Chinese food menu, the camera doesn't have to see them." "Molly," Dan came over to me, "It's standard to have a few stills for the website galleries." "These are on a website?" My eyes widened, but this time the surprise-and dismay-was real. "Yes." He sighed, "They're on Nasty Moms, the site we filmed the videos for. Don't worry; they don't have permission to put them anywhere else." "But..." I stopped when he held up his hand "And the videos are there already so if someone's on that site they've seen the movie, so why do a couple of pics matter?" "It's just." I frowned and looked down at my red painted toes peeking out from the f**k me shoes, "I worry." Dan stepped onto the set and leaning closer spoke so only I could hear him, "Mary, I know what you're worried about and I've done the best I can to control the material you film, but things like this are standard and I can't tell the site who bought your video they can't post pics." "I know, Dan, I appreciate it." I said softly, "You're taking care of me as much as you can." "And I'll keep doing it, but Brad's here today and you know he's a prick, so I need you to just get through this shoot without getting upset and questioning everything. He's the money man and you've been making a lot of it and he wants to check you out." "I know Brad." I rolled my eyes, "God, he was the biggest D-bag director when I did this the first time, girls hated working for him. At least now we have choices." "Right and you chose a hell of a guy." He winked, "But I have a job, so get your ass back over there and let your son blackmail you." "I hate this mother son shit." I sighed, "I think Rick's Paul's age." "But Rick isn't your son and this is what sells and you seem to be a damn natural playing sexy mommy parts, its why we're killing it and I'm getting you paid more, so tell yourself it's not real, cause it's not." "Oh!" A loud voice cried from the back of the set, "Ten minutes into a f*****g shoot and we need a break?" "Just a question about the script, Brad!" Dan called as he turned away from me. "We need a script for this s**t?" Brad made his way over to an empty chair next to Dan's seat, "Just do what you do best Molly, f**k that kid silly." "He's already silly." I replied with a forced smile. The comment drew a few laughs and a tight grin from Brad, "Anyone in this biz is, but get back up there before he needs a fluffer." "I don't mind!" Sally, the young red head who had the fluffing duties for the day, laughed. "I like my job." "Newbies." Brad waved his hand at her. "She's submissive," I heard Dan say to him as he sat back down, "Girls like her get off on demeaning things, being a fluffer is a damn turn on for them." "Then why do we pay her?" "Union." Dan laughed. I walked back over to Rick and forced myself to relax and just go with it. Every shoot I'd done since I'd returned to the industry six months ago had been like this. I got upset, found something to pick at, then resigned myself to what I needed to do. What I needed to do was suck and f**k Rick, for starters anyway, and few were the women my age, or any age, who would think that was a bad thing. At twenty one Rick had already been involved in porn for three years, starting a few months after he turned eighteen. He was damn good looking, tall, well built, not muscle bound, but lean and hard. His black hair and green eyes along with his high cheek bones and pretty boy features made him a favorite not only with the viewers, but a lot of women enjoyed him. Like most of the male talent he was well hung to go with his looks, but the best part about him was how easy he was. He wasn't a cocky jerk like a lot of the others and always was quick with a joke and smile. Rick was still young and new enough to like his work. He had a soft touch and no matter what the script called for he would improvise and try to make his partner feel good. No easy task as most women in the industry were going through the motions and acted their way through while thinking about nothing more than getting the shoot over and collecting their check. I'd thought I'd have gone back to being that way as I had years ago when I was Rick's age and already jaded from over a hundred shoots. But to my dismay I got into the scenes, not from desire, but it was easier if I could tell myself I was getting something from it other than pay. But the last four months had been nothing but mother or step mother scenarios and I felt like even more of a w***e than usual, not just being filmed f*****g, but pretending they were my son when I had one at home. Yet I still became aroused on the set and Dan and others noted it and it's what had made "Molly Minx" the hottest name in incest porn the last few months. I hated it, but the scenes paid more money because of the content. "You'd show those to your father?" I asked Rick, getting back in character. "Only if you make me." He waved the photos, "You give me what you gave these guys, I'll just forget all about them."