Paying Off the Loan

"And that's fine. OK, next scene, sixty-nine with mum on top."

It took a bit of acrobatics and, of course, mum's panties had to come off, but it wasn't long before we were laid along the sofa in the classic sixty-nine position. Mum immediately set back to work on my prick and, at the same time, lowered herself so her pussy lips were right over my face. I stuck out my tongue but, quite frankly, I hadn't got a clue what to do and it wasn't long before Bill was shouting 'Cut!' again.

"Come on Simon, I thought we'd got over the shyness. Don't just lie there, join in. This is supposed to be sixty-nine, after all."

"I'm sorry, I'm... I'm not..."

"You're not what?"

"I'm not sure what to do." I confessed, giving rise to much hilarity from Chas and Gazza.

"Aw, bless!" Tracy called out. "He's so young he's never done oral before. Come on, mum, looks like you're going to have to teach him."

"Yeah, perfect!" Bill replied. "MILF mum teaches son how to go down on her. The punters will love that! Hang on.... forget the sixty-nine. Maureen, you sit on the sofa, Simon, you kneel on the floor. Yeah, that's the way and....

"OK, son, I've given you a blow job, now it's time to return the favour. You do know what to do, don't you?"

"Sorry mum, I've never done oral. Please will you teach me?"

"Of course I will." Mum reached down with her hand and spread her pussy lips. "Do you see my clitty? Try licking it with your tongue, ooh, yes, like that but a little harder, ooh, perfect. You are a quick learner!"

Again reality and fiction were running in parallel. Mum was being very vocal in her instructions both because that was what Bill was demanding and because my lack of experience was in no way feigned. I knew the principle of the thing but the reality – I had never done anything like it. I wasn't sure what I had expected mum to taste like but, now I was finding out, I certainly didn't mind. Moreover, in my naiveté, I had expected to shove my tongue as far up insider her as I could – almost use it like a substitute prick. Now I was finding out what mum liked most was when I ran my tongue around her inner lips before concentrating on the hard swollen nubbin of her clit. I've no idea just how much of her reaction was real and how much was for the camera but her juices were certainly flowing.

"And cut!," Bill called out just as it seemed to be getting interesting. That's enough oral, now it's time to get down to fucking. Maureen, you remember the script? This is the bit where...."

"Yeah, I remember," mum replied.

"And roll!"

"Ooh, son, your tongue feels so good but it's got me so horny I need your prick inside me. Come on, let's go to the bedroom."

I knelt back, mum got up off the sofa and, taking me by the hand, helped me to my feet and, together, we went off towards the bedroom."

"Cut! That's perfect. Now, it's going to take a couple of moments to get the bedroom set up properly so why don't you two take a quick drink. There's a kettle in the office."

Tracy handed us both towelling dressing gowns, each with the Hilton hotel ensignia on the pocket, and then went to help Bill and Jim rearrange the lights and cameras.

"How are you doing," I asked mum as I handed her a cup of tea.

"OK, I guess. Simon... I'm glad it's you."

"How do you mean?"

"I couldn't do this on my own, really I couldn't but... put it this way, if I'm going to have to fuck someone in front of the cameras then at least it's the person I love most in this world. It's like old times, you and me together against the world."

"Oh mum!" I held her close and hugged her. This cause her dressing gown to gape open. I couldn't help but look down.

"Are you staring at my tits," mum joked.

"Well, they are worth staring at," I returned, continuing the joke.

"Maybe fifteen years ago they were worth staring at."

"Mum, I know I'm not supposed to say this but how do you think I've managed to stay hard throughout all this. They are great tits, really sexy tits and they match the rest of you which is also really sexy."

"You're just saying that."

"If that were the case why do I keep staring at your tits?"

We both had a bit of a giggle at this. I knew that we were both trying to hide our considerable nerves, that we were both worried sick about what we were getting into but mum was right, at least we had each other. I gave her another hug.

"Come on, you two love birds, it's time for your big scene."

With a feeling of 'here we go again' mum and I went back over to the sets and shed our dressing gowns.

"OK, scene fifteen. Mum leads her son into the bedroom, lays him on the bed and climbs on top of him. All ready? Action!"

"Hang on, hang on," Tracy called out. "End of the last scene Simon here had a full erection. Now he's all shrivelled up. I know we're not making Citizen Kane but we ought to have some sort of continuity."

"Good point. We ought to have a fluffer but we haven't. Maureen, give him a quick gobble, will you."

With a sigh mum knelt down in front of me and took me into her mouth. Even with the audience, my prick just loved the attention and I was soon back hard again.

"There, that's better. OK, everyone, action!"

This was it, this is where it got serious. OK, so you're pretty much 'having sex' when you're giving or receiving oral but this was where I actually got to fuck my mother. Moreover, and even mum didn't know this, this was where I lost my virginity.

Mum took me by the hand and led me towards the bed. Gently, tenderly, she lay me down upon it, kissing me all the while. Then she climbed up onto the bed and knelt, straddling my groin. With the fingers of her right hand she reached down and held her pussy lips wide open, with the fingers of her left she took my prick and guided it home. I could feel the tip pushing at her entrance, I could feel....

"Cut! Cut! Cut! Maureen, darling, when you're reaching down for his prick your arm is covering your cunt. Punters won't be able to see the action; that's what they pay for. Try it again."

Mum took me by the hand and led me towards the bed. Gently, tenderly, she lay me down upon it, kissing me all the while. Then she climbed up onto the bed and knelt, straddling my groin. With the fingers of her right hand she reached down and held her pussy lips wide open, with the fingers of her left she took my prick and guided it home. I could feel the tip pushing at her entrance, I could feel....

"Cut! Cut! Cut! For fuck's sake, Maureen, you're doing it again. You've got to keep your arm out of the way. The punters have to see his prick entering your cunt, that's what it's all about, that's what they're paying for. I know, try it the other way around. Hold your cunt open with your left hand. See how that works."

Mum took me by the hand and led me towards the bed. Gently, tenderly, she lay me down upon it, kissing me all the while. Then she climbed up onto the bed and knelt, straddling my groin. With the fingers of her left hand she reached down and held her pussy lips wide open, with the fingers of her right she took my prick and guided it home. I could feel the tip pushing at her entrance, I could feel the soft warm walls of her vagina enveloping my prick. Nothing, nothing at all, could have prepared me for this. Slowly, so slowly, she impaled herself upon me until I was buried to the hilt inside her.

Now that her hands were no longer needed to guide my prick she used them to play with her nipples as she swayed back and forth, lifting herself up and then back down again. It was a slow, sensuous dance as she rocked back and forth, moving her hips so that only the tip of my penis was inside her and then easing back down again until her full weight was resting on me and I was buried as deep as I could go. I couldn't help but respond; as she pushed down so I pushed back. We were locked together, moving as one, sharing the pleasure as our flesh became one. I had long dreamed of losing my virginity but nothing in my wildest imagination had prepared me for how good it felt.

"Oh god, mum, that feels so good. I can't help it. I'm going to come, I can't hold back...."

"Cut! Cut! Cut! Maureen, get off him and, Simon, for fuck's sake, control yourself. One moment you can't get it up, the next you're about to pop your cork. I know you're a bit young and all but the punters will be paying for the full sixty minutes of red hot action, not wham, bang, thank you ma'am with you shooting your load thirty seconds after you've started. Now, let's try again and, Maureen, we want lots of shots of Simon's prick sliding in and out of your cunt. That means that when Jim is in front of you I want you knelt up playing with your tits and when Jim is behind you I want you leant forward so that Jim can get the action from between your thighs. Understood?"

"Understood," mum sighed.

"Oh, and while you're leaning forward I want Simon kissing your tits, biting your nipples, you know the sort of thing. OK, let's go again with lots of passion but no coming. Action!"

Being buried to the hilt in mum's pussy made self-control hard but, whenever I felt myself getting near the edge I glanced over to where Chas and Gazza were waiting in the shadows and that brought me back down a touch.

After a bit of mum on top Bill had us try a number of other positions, most of which seemed designed for maximum exposure to the camera rather than either comfort or eroticism. In particular Bill had us in what I now know to be called 'reverse cowgirl' and had mum lie back as far as possible. This meant that I was barely penetrating her but it also meant that mum was knelt, splayed wide open and showing the camera all she'd got.

Interspersed with this were bouts of oral sex. Now we were on the bed we, or rather Bill, could be more creative and we tried all sorts of positions, again mostly contrived for best camera angle rather than the enjoyment of the participants.

"And cut," Bill said at last. "OK, just the anal shots and we're finished. Now, Simon, remember the script, you're fucking her doggy style when you're overcome by the sight of mum's tight little bum hole and you just have to start fucking her there instead. Of course, with the magic of cinema you slip in as sweet as a nut. Back in the real world you might want to get your mum nicely lubed up first."

"Lubed up?"

"God preserve us from ignorant virgins. Lube, lubricant. Two rules of anal sex, plenty of lube and take it slow."

"But why me?"

"Because," Bill gave a huge sigh of impatience, "I'm the director, Jim's the cameraman and Tracy doesn't do lube. You can ask Chas or Gazza if you want but I really suggest that you don't. Doing your own lube is awkward and messy which means the only one left is you. Talking of messy, the damn stuff gets everywhere and these satin sheets cost a fortune. Best thing is not to do it on the bed at all. If mum goes on all fours on the floor then it's easy enough for you to do it. Now, stop quibbling and get on with it. Maureen, down on the floor."

Mum got off the bed and did as she was told. Meanwhile Tracy handed me a bottle of 'personal' lubricant.

"Maureen, reach back and pull your arse cheeks apart. Let the dog see the rabbit. Simon. Nice generous dollop along the crack and work it in with your finger. That's the way. Nice and deep. The more lube you use the easier it will be when the time comes."

After what we had been through it seems strange to say that this was curiously intimate. Maybe because the camera's weren't rolling, maybe because Bill and Jim had got into a discussion about camera angles, but mum and I seemed to be all alone together. I tried to keep the sexy mood going as much as possible so I was as sensual as I could be as I spread the lube along her crack. Then, after another quick squeeze of lube, I pushed my forefinger against her bum hole. At first I had to push quite hard but as the lube did its stuff it slipped in and became much easier. What's more, I could tell, from the little groans and squeaks she was making, not to mention the way she was pushing back, that mum was actually enjoying it.

"Here, try this. It will help open her up." Bill, having finished his discussion with Jim had come over to see how we were getting on. He handed me a vibrator, one that was shaped like a penis. I wasn't sure but I wasn't going to argue any more so I gave it a squirt of lube and lined it up. While my left hand rested on her arse cheek my right eased the vibrator slowly in and out. I could see how this was helping get mum ready; at first my finger had been quite a tight fit, now even the vibrator was moving freely. I could also see how all this lubing up didn't fit with the 'suddenly overcome' bit from the script.

"OK, that's enough," Bill said. "Now wipe up and let's get the pair of you back on the bed."

Tracy handed me some wet-wipes and I cleaned up the excess lube both from mum's backside and from my hands. Then I helped mum to her feet and we got back on the bed. Mum got on all fours and I lined up behind her. Thankfully, lubing mum's arse had been quite a turn on and I didn't need any fluffing. I was ready to go.

I was taking mum 'doggie' style, knelt behind her spread buttocks, pounding in and out of her dripping pussy. There, right in front of me, so tempting, so inviting, was mum's bum hole. I could see it squeeze and contract as her thighs flexed as we fucked. I couldn't resist any more, I withdrew and, taking my prick in my hand, lined it up.

"Oh yes! Fuck my arse!" mum cried out. "I want to feel your big prick in my tight bum hole."

At first I thought I would never manage to fit but mum pushed back and I felt the tip of my glans push past her sphincter. Her pussy had been warm and welcoming, this was far more intense. I could feel the tight grip of her sphincter around my shaft as, slowly but surely, I eased my way in.

"God that's good, so good," mum groaned. "Oh, yes, son, push it in, push it in deeper. I want to feel every inch of you inside my tight bum hole"

By now I had maybe half my prick inside her. Slowly I withdrew, savouring the sensations as my glistening prick slid from her arse but, just before it came out altogether, I stopped and, with one long, smooth motion, plunged back inside her. With long slow strokes I fucked my mother, each stroke going deeper and deeper until, with each thrust, I was burying myself to the hilt in her tight little bum hole.

And I had thought her cunt had been the best thing ever. This was better still.

With the best will in the world it was all but impossible to stop myself from coming. Mum too seemed to find it an absolute turn on. Who knew how much of mum's entreaties to fuck her harder, or deeper, were feigned or real but it certainly felt like the real thing.

But Bill was watching closely and, just when I really couldn't hold back any longer, he had us stop. Now he wanted mum on her back, holding the backs of her thighs so as to lift and open her legs. She had her knees all but touching her breasts which was enough to lift her bum hole up and give me a clear target. Once again I pushed my prick against her sphincter but this time she was all ready for me and I was able to slip all the way in on the first thrust.

Of course in this position we were face to face and I could look mum in the eye. I gave her a little smile and she smiled back. The words that came out of our mouths were those dictated by the script but, behind them there was a deeper truth. It wasn't just Jack and Candi who were fucking, Simon and Maureen were also getting it on. There was a connection, an understanding between us that had nothing to do with porn movies, or Andy Grantham or anything. I could tell that, just as I was getting real pleasure from this, so was she. Neither of us wanted to do it for the cameras but at least we were doing it together.

Mum! Mum! I can't hold back any longer, I'm going to come!"

"Yes, yes, son! Pump your creamy spunk deep into my bum hole. I want to feel my son come inside me!

And that's what I did. It felt as if my prick exploded, all that pent up tension released, as, time and time again, the spunk shot from me.

Mum and I collapsed exhausted but it wasn't quite over. Bill insisted on getting a shot of my semen leaking from mum's bum and after that we even did some post fuck cuddling but it was clear the main action was over. We'd made our movie.

Suddenly it was all a bit embarrassing. Mum and I were shown to a bathroom where we could take a shower but all we wanted was to get home and as quick as possible. When we emerged, dressed at last, Chas and Gazza had disappeared so we ordered up a taxi. We couldn't really afford it but we felt we deserved it.

And, while we were waiting for the taxi, Bill was being quite enthusiastic.

"I could really use a couple like you. I mean, with most acts, it's all a bit cold but with you two it's easy to see it's the real thing. Anyone can have sex, anyone can enjoy sex, that's the easy part. Making it look like you mean it. That's what makes it special. Ah, there's your taxi. Before you go leave me an email address and I'll let you know when the vid goes on line."

We hardly spoke a word in the taxi and, when we got home, the first thing we needed to do was get changed. Of course the house looked like a bomb had hit it and both of us had our entire wardrobes scattered around our rooms. This only helped to remind us of the violence we had dodged. We tidied up and, although we weren't particularly hungry, mum made us a quick meal.

"God, what a day!"

"At least we're here and not in intensive care."

"That's one way of looking at it. Oh, Simon, I'm so, so sorry I got you into all this. I should never have gone to Andy Grantham in the first place. What must you think of me."

"Oh, mum, you're not the first to have fallen victim to that monster and I'm sure you won't be the last. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't recruit all his porn stars like that."

"Porn star! I'm not so sure about the 'star' bit."

"Well, you're my porn star."

"Oh, sweetie! How can you say that? After all, I'm old enough to be your mother."

"And how many young lad's fantasies revolve around having their first time with an experienced older woman? I know mind did. That's what the whole MILF thing is all about."

"So I'm your fantasy first woman? That's very flattering. Hang on! Are you telling me that today was your first time?"

I guess my blushes were answer enough.

"Oh, Simon, honey! Oh, poor you. Your first time should be with someone special, not some sordid porn shoot to help your mum out of a fix."

"It was with someone special; it was with you! OK, I wouldn't have planned to do it as part of making a porn movie but at least I got to do it with you."

"Oh, honey that's so sweet but it must have been awful. You couldn't really have enjoyed it. I mean Chas and Gazza watching, and the cameras and Bill shouting 'cut' all the time." Mum stopped and looked at me thoughtfully. "Please, darling, let me make it up to you. It was my fault that everything was so awful; let's go to bed and let me show you how a first time ought to be."

"Are you sure? I'd have thought you'd have had enough of sex."

"That wasn't sex, that was... never mind what that was. Come to bed and let me show you what sex really is."

Mum got up off the sofa and, taking me by the hand, led me through to her bedroom. We got undressed and slipped under the covers. She pulled me into her and gave me a hug.

"Let's do it properly this time; just the two of us, together." Her hand reached down and she wrapped her fingers around my prick. "Ooh, good and hard already. I like that but let's take our time."