Looking back, one could say it was obvious what was going to happen. But at the time it just seemed so impossible that one couldn’t blame me for not seeing it coming.

My parents were a model of suburban perfection. My dad had a great career as a financial analyst and my mom had dedicated her life to the family as a stay at home mom. I played my part well too. I was 18, just graduated from high school with fantastic grades, played sports, had a good college lined up, and always kept my nose clean.

Like a lot of stay at home parents, during my teens when I didn’t need her to drive me around everywhere or be in charge of all my decisions, my mom got bored. Thankfully she found self-care as a hobby, or even a religion, and started to transform her body into what she had always wanted it to be.

Mind you, she was always beautiful. My mom was about 5’3”, very thin, with perfect pale skin, blue eyes, and movie star blonde hair. Even back then I wasn’t too proud to also noticed that she had a decent sized ass, and a pair of cute handfuls for tits. Some people compared her to a 50s pinup model, and she had played the part at a few costume parties. She always dressed well and was of course all of my friend’s first crush. Again being honest, she was mine too. But thats not so bizarre. Right? Freud and all that.

Mom first got into yoga, then any other fitness class that the local gym had to offer and soon had tightened herself up. She went from thin to lean and fit. Her regular house clothes went from big t-shirts to leggings and athletic wear that did a nice job to show off her body.

A few years ago, despite the transformation, she told my dad she still wasn’t where she wanted to be. All the working out had taken her already modest breasts and shrunk them. She wanted bigger and my dad was happy to oblige. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Not only did his wife make herself hotter in middle age, but she wanted bigger tits without him having to request it. He spared no expense and bought her the best doc money could buy. Mom went from a small B cup to a large C. The doc was great and despite the large size and her small frame, the tits hung naturally. No bolt-ons for her.

I could tell an immediate difference after the surgery. My mom was as confident as could be in her body. She was always in a great mood, more relaxed, and definitely more affectionate with dad. It was great to see her so happy. And did I mention how happy my dad was?

My parents had never been shy of showing off their nakedness in the household. Up until my teens, it was completely normal for them to both change in front of me if I happened to be in the room. It wasn’t until I myself started to become aware of my own body and want privacy that my parents did they same. I guess they were just waiting to follow my cues. What didn’t change was my parents affection for each other. They kissed and hugged each other liberally. Not just pecks on the cheek either. If my parents share even 1 bottle of wine, I know that they will be making out on the couch and heading to bed early for sure. The sound of their fucking is like a soundtrack to my childhood.

I remember one time waking in on them “cuddling” on the couch after they thought I went to bed. Dad was spooning mom, and they were both covered from neck to toe in a blanket despite the warm weather. They both looked flushed as they lay there, ostensibly watching TV. As we spoke, it felt weird as to why they seemed really intent on not moving and not disturbing the blanket. I got a glass of water and returned to bed, only then realizing that they must have been fucking under the blanket. Thinking back, I began to pull many memories of them in similar situations that now made sense.

Even though she basically dressed in the same athletic gear after her breast implants that she had before, the atmosphere in the house when she was around seemed to get way more erotically charged. I couldn’t help but sneak peaks are her big tits as she walked around the house. I felt like a pervert as I acknowledged looking forward to seeing what kind of outfit she wore that day. My favorite tops tended to be the tight sports bras with cut outs to show off more skin. I bless the people everyday whose job it is to come up with new ways to show off girl’s tits without exposing the whole thing.

I’m definitely not the only one in the house that has enjoyed my mom’s new outfits. Dad has been extra touchy-feely with her. As I said, it’s normal to see them kiss, but dad has been a little extra with the way he lets his hands roam over her ass. He caught me staring as he groped her ass once and gave me a wink. Another time, as we were both downstairs drinking a morning coffee before my mom had a chance to come down he turned to me with a conspiratorial smile on his face and said, “Wait till you see what your mom is wearing today.” He slapped my shoulder and raised his eyebrows as if we were just two buddies talking about a hot girl at the gym. Sure enough, a few minutes later, mom came down wearing what looked liked booty shorts made out of spandex, and a tight sports bra that cut low, but had crisscrossing bands to hold it up.

Her toned legs were on full display and each step she took down the stairs allowed her tits to give a subtle bounce. My dad and I were side by side, admiring this hot piece of ass together. He even gave me a nudge to make sure I was looking. When she gave him a kiss and a hug, he made a show of encircling her ass with his hands and giving it a squeeze, looking over at me with a big grin on his face. A normal guy might be pissed that someone was objectifying their mother like that. But it being my dad, made my own lusting for her feel completely normal. I gave an awkward smile and eyebrow raise back, but didn’t let my excitement over her intensely sexy body show too much. That night I listened out for the sounds of my parents fucking, and imagined myself in my father’s place.

The next descent down the slippery slope of horniness came when she discovered me watching clips on TikTok. Mom chided me at first for spending wasted minutes scrolling through pointless clips. But sure enough, a day later, she had downloaded the app herself and was happily swiping away. It wasn’t much longer before she made her first post.

“Alex, can you come here?” mom called from the living room. I came in from the kitchen to see her staring with a confused expression at her phone.

“What’s up?”

“I’m trying to post this clip but can’t figure out how to line it up with the music.”

“Post? Mom, come on. Enjoying a mindless scroll is one thing, but to post is a whole other. You know what’s on the internet lives forever right?”

“Thanks daddy,” she said sarcastically. “Yes, I do know that. I’m the one who gave you the big internet talk when you were a young teen,” she said with a chuckle as she swatted my arm. “It’s fine. I don’t really have a lot of people I worry about seeing what I post anyway, and it just seems like so much fun. Look at all these people doing this dance trend,” she said, eagerly showing me a clip of a 20-something year old doing a choreographed dance to a ten-second song.

What she said was true, but also made me a bit sad. Mom grew up in a toxic family and left them all behind to move at a very young age to California where she met my dad. Sure she had built a happy new life, but at the same time she was kind of isolated too. No family, no old friends to connect with. She had some other mom-friends, but now that I am older I’ve noticed she doesn’t really hang around them either. She seems content to spend her time working out or with my dad and I. If this would make her happy, who am I to judge? She was an adult and no dummy.

I sighed. “Alright young lady. As long as you know what you are getting into,” I said, taking her phone and showing her some basics on how to make videos and post them.

“Thanks sweety,” she said, lifting up a bit to give me a kiss on the cheek and then flopping down on the couch to fiddle with the video some more.

A few days later I had the thought to check her profile just to see how the video was doing. To my surprise, she had a few thousand followers and five videos up that were doing decent numbers. At least decent for what you would expect from a woman in her 30s who just got started.

‘What the hell?’ I said to myself as I clicked on her latest post. Again, nothing special, just her doing a dance trend. The comments is where I got a clue of what was going on. Her comment section seemed to be split into two groups. Girls who loved her athletic gear and spunky spirit, and guys who clearly just wanted to see her bounce around.

The guys had a point. In every video, my mom’s athletic gear did little to hide her new tits, and there was no hiding that ass. In her most recent videos, she was even giving some instructions on yoga poses. Was she that clueless as to what she was showing off? She couldn’t be. She was obviously reading the comments because she had replied to some girls asking specifics about her outfit. One video even showed off her sports bra’s support. I mean come on! She was lifting her chest and dropping her heavy breasts to demonstrate the strength of the bra. The comments were wild with innuendo or outright sexually explicit comments. She had to know what she was doing to these guys.

And what she was doing to me.

Laying down on my bed and watching this hot girl contort herself and dance had me hard. I absentmindedly gently stroked my hard on through my sweatpants as I looked over my mom’s TikTok profile. I was aware of my rising guilt, but I convinced myself that I was just looking to understand what she was up to. It was innocent.

Suddenly my door burst open and I looked up to see my mom walking in the doorway.

“Alex, can you… Oh!” my mom exclaimed. She was looking at my hand which had obviously been stroking the bulge in my pants.

“Mom! What the hell!,” I yelled back, doing my best to cover up and swipe out of her profile.

“I’m sorry!” she yelled as she backed out of my room. She closed the door and from the other side said, “When you are finished can you come downstairs?” After a brief pause. “And maybe wash your hands?”

Holy fuck, I could die of embarrassment. Thank god she didn’t see what was on my phone. I rushed downstairs, lest my mom think I actually took time to rub one out before seeing what she wanted.

“Umm..what’s up mom?” I asked, feeling a little sheepish.

She gave me the briefest look, then just carried on. She held up her phone. “Look at this!” she said excitedly. She had her profile up. I feigned surprise at her follows and numbers. “People like me!”

“Wow. Well, of course they do mom. You’re great,” I assured her as I feigned flipping through her videos and comments for the first time.

She beamed with pride. “Maybe you’re old mom is on her way to becoming an influencer.”

“Ha. Maybe mom. Would you want that? I mean, it’s a lot of attention. And the comments…” I let my voice trail off, trying to gauge how she felt about all the lewd remarks.

“That’s the best part! So many people love my outfit choices and my yoga tips!” She seemed genuine in her focus on the more innocent part of her page.

“Mom…those aren’t the only comments.” I didn’t know how else to broach it.

“You mean all the guys? Oh honey, that’s just boys being boys.” She grabbed her tits and gave them a slight wiggle, “They see a pair of tits, and they don’t know what to do with themselves. I’m sure you know,” she said, having a good laugh about it.

“Mom! Come on!”

“I’m kidding, honey. Kind of. Anyway, I’m having fun.”

“Well, then I guess I’m happy for you. Enjoy your moment in the sun.”

That was the start. Within a few months, my mom’s follower count grew and grew. I watched as she gained a consistent following and developed a niche as an attractive woman who mainly showed off athletic gear and gave tips on exercise and diet. She even roped me into a couple videos to do the trendy dances. I pretended like it was annoying, but I had to admit it was kind of fun. The comments always went wild when I was in a video. They couldn’t believe this hot looking girl had a son my age. (They also couldn’t believe that I didn’t want to fuck my mom too, but we never talked about those comments).

My dad never joined in the videos, but he had fun watching his wife film them and even helped on occasion. I tried to get a sense of how he felt about the comments, but he just laughed. “Listen Alex. This has been great for your mom. She is happy and feels understood. Maybe she finally found her way to some purpose. I’ll support whatever she wants to do with this, as long as it makes her happy.” I had to admire my dad in that moment. Then he gave me that same familiar smile. “Plus, you can’t deny it hasn’t been nice to see her jumping around in sexy outfits. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

I started to object, but dad just laughed and walked away. “It’s fine. I’m just messing with you.”

About 6 months later, things started to shift again. I had kept an eye on my mom’s profile without really mentioning it to her. She asked me to film or to be in her videos less and less. At first, I thought it was my imagination, but her content seemed to take a turn to be more about how hot she was and less about her outfits or fitness tips. The trends she chose to take part in were ones that left her half-naked or that leaned heavily into sexual innuendo. She made one video that was a response to a comment asking for her Onlyfans link with her taping her chin and smiling as if in contemplation. I never said anything to her about this, but was struggling to imagine her making porn. I tried to ignore it because she was so happy while at home, but I had to admit to myself that I was also enjoying it.

I couldn’t help it. My mom was hot and I watched every video. Her body was incredible, and she knew exactly how to amp up the sex appeal. Around the house, since my dad made it clear that he wasn’t shaming me for perving over my mom, I saw her in a whole new light. Maybe she wasn’t as clueless as I thought about what it would do to a young man to see a hot woman in sexy outfits around the house. I had to stop myself from leering at her, or trying to get peaks down her shirt. I became more self-conscious when she would cuddle up on the couch for movie nights. Did she want this?

My most shameful experience was one night when we were all out in the hot tub together. Seeing my mom in a bikini never used to be an issue. But now, it was a bit too much. Watching her dip into the water in a decent but still sexy bikini, hair pulled up in a messy bun, water gently lapping against her tits. I was so thankful the bubbles from the jets hid my erection. Dad had pulled her next to him to give her a kiss and my immediate feeling was of being a voyeur and wanting to watch them keep going. My mom looked over at me and smiled shyly. I could tell that under the water my dad’s hands were going wild. My mom made small attempts to restrict him as she looked over at me.

“Adam, stop. We aren’t alone.”

My dad just smiled at me, and shrugged. “Sorry babe, you’re just so hot. Come here.” He then grabbed my mom and had her sit on his lap, but then started to talk to me about school and normal day to day things. I tried to act normal and talk to him, but my mom’s glistening skin was distracting. She seemed normal at first, just listening to my dad and I talk, but after a while she started to seem a bit breathless and red.

My first thought was it was the heat from the hot tub. But what if it wasn’t? Is my dad still messing with her? Is my mom letting him? I couldn’t tell if being so horny had made me read in to things that might actually be totally innocent. On the surface my dad and I continued to have a conversation, but in my head my fantasies were reeling. It was dark and the tub lights were off, so I felt secure that my hard on was covered by the bubbles. As soon as my dad started to talk to my mom, I couldn’t stop myself and began lightly stroking my hard-on under the water as I imagined they were doing the same on their side. My mom stayed silent as my dad and I spoke. Was she grinding? My dad seemed to be getting out of breath too, but then again it could just be from being in a hot tub for so long.

The thought that my dad was dick deep just a few feet away from me was too much. Even if he wasn’t fucking her, just the idea of her ample ass rubbing against his dick was so erotic. Even with my gentle stroking, without meaning to, I felt myself hit the point of no return and came in my swim shorts. Shame washed over me and I prayed my parent’s wouldn’t discover what had happened. Glancing over at them, they seemed not to notice anything was off. As soon as my dick died down, I excused myself back inside.

“You OK, honey?” my mom asked in a concerned voice.

“Yea mom. The heat is just getting to me. I’m just going to take a shower and relax before bed.”

“Maybe a cold shower,” my dad chimed in.

“Huh?” I asked confused. Was that a dig. Oh god. Did he notice what happened and was making a sarcastic comment?

“You know this… Cold water is good after a hot tub or sauna,” my dad offered innocently, seeming confused at my confusion.

I barely acknowledged the comment and headed inside. The mix of guilt and disbelief was making it hard to think. The cold shower actually did do me some good.

I had to stop lusting over my mom, but her making stupid trendy videos was making me insane. I just hoped things would die down. Maybe she would get bored with it and move on to a new hobby.

She did move on to a new hobby, but it didn’t make anything better.

It didn’t take long after she responded to that commenters Onlyfans link request for the inevitable to happen. She dropped the link in her bio to her page. I imagined the throngs of men in her comments section were overjoyed and eager to get a sneak peek. That twisted part of me was certainly jumping for joy. But the shame was stronger. I willed myself not to look. I begged my brain and dick to not log on.

Thankfully, this all coincided with my high school graduation and summer break. I had signed up as a camp counselor at a sleep away camp where I would have no access to the internet. It was the perfect remedy. For two whole months I had no way to lust after my mom and check out her page.

I had two whole months when I could do what camp counselors did, which was work and fuck. I plowed my way through that camp and slept with any girl that was able and willing. I may have destroyed my good guy reputation, but it was worth it. Nothing takes your mind off of fucking your mom like a threesome with fellow teenagers who didn’t have a care in world. Do you have any idea how satisfying it is to watch a girl give an arts and crafts demo on how to make a birdhouse while you are also remembering painting her face with your cum the night before. Let me tell you. Nothing like it.

When I got home from my summer job, I had the place to myself since my dad was at work and my mom was out running errands. I plugged my phone in and checked all my socials. Gnawing at the back of my mind was my mom’s new business. I pushed it away, but eventually checked her TikTok. It not like I was checking her Onlyfans, so it felt innocent enough.

Her follower count had ballooned to a staggering 1 million, and she had more videos than I cared to count. I braced myself and clicked through the videos, fearing (hoping?) I might see a deluge of T&A. To my relief (disappointment?), mom had continued with what seemed like her normal content. It was still focused on fitness and clothing, and yes still leaning into clearly showing off her hotness, but nothing crazy. Maybe she had dropped her aspirations of becoming a cam-girl and just went back to having this be a sexy hobby.

I checked her bio, but sure enough, the link was still there. I want to say that I didn’t click it. I closed the app and went downstairs to make a sandwich. I want to say this.

But I clicked it. I was redirected to her page immediately. Her profile picture was a cute one of her giving a sultry look into the camera. Her background picture was of her stretched out, full body, wearing her athletic clothes, and pulling suggestively at the strap. OK. So maybe just some PG-13 level content. People did that. Just suggestive posts. The forever promise of nudity without delivering. If I had to deal with it, I was OK with her making a living as a cocktease. I want to tell you that I closed the page and moved on. I certainly want to tell you that I didn’t make a burner email address, sign up for her site and sub to her page under a discreet username. I want to tell you these things.

But you must know already that I’m not capable of such restraint.

The first few video thumbnails looked like just what I thought. I bought the first one and watched it. Mom was smiling and excited, wearing a robe that looked ready to slip off. Her hair was in light, pretty curls, and she looked beautiful. She stuck a leg out of the robe to give the promise of more skin. She held up a few different athletic outfits that she would be trying on, and spent the rests of the video cutting to each outfit on her. No nudity, just a lot of her accentuating how the outfits fit her breasts and sticking her delicious ass out to the camera. The worst she did was give herself a couple slaps on her ass. My dick stirred in my pants as I watched her slut it up for the camera. She gave little mock yelps at each slap that were incredibly sexy. I allowed myself some light strokes, even as I reassured myself that my mom’s content wasn’t so explicit.

But the videos only progressed from there. Just from the thumbnails and the titles, I could see she was getting fully nude and even using toys. I couldn’t go broke buying each video, so I clicked her latest one, dated just a few days ago. My mom was wearing a robe like in the past videos and teased the camera for a bit. But then she lay back on the edge of my parent’s bed and let the robe fall open. Instead of athletic gear she was wearing a very strapy lingerie. My dick immediately got rock hard as I stared at my mom moving her body in sultry ways to take the robe off of her. Her breasts stood out prominently and when she leaned back it caused her ab muscles to subtly show. She eventually turned over to show her ass which was barely covered. She fondled herself in such a sexy and natural way, like she had been making porn for years.

She turned back over, running her hands over her tits and down to her pussy that was covered by the thin cloth of the lingerie. Thin enough was the cloth that I could see some of the shape of her sex. She lightly ran her fingers over her pussy and made a show of stroking her clit, moaning with pleasure. She then reached off-screen and brought back a streamlined steel vibrator. She licked and sucked its phallic shape for the camera before turning it on and bringing it to her pussy. Mom rubbed herself over her lingerie and seemed to really enjoy the vibrations. She threw her head back and used her free hand to massage her breast. I couldn’t help myself and began stroking over my own pants.

I felt a bit guilty, but that was overtaken by a realization. The camera moved closer to my mom as she stroked herself with the toy, and it was then that I realized- ‘Who’s recording?’ In all this time, I had been so wrapped up in everything that I forgot to think about my dad in this whole situation. He had to know what was going on and that must be him behind the camera!

Dad was fine with mom becoming a porn star? No way. It’s not like he’s the controlling type, but I just couldn’t imagine him being OK with guys across the world pleasuring themselves to his naked wife. I looked down to my hand that was still stroking my dick. ‘Guys like me.’

The guilt was creeping in. But I was saved by the sound of a door closing and my mothers voice. “Honey, are you home? Come down and say hi!”

I came downstairs after a moment to let my hard-on die down and saw that my mom was waiting for me in the kitchen. She was standing at the kitchen island, looking down at some mail she picked up on the way in.

Oh god. Mom was in her “Summer mode” with clothes and now with her new hot body it was undeniably sexy. She was wearing very tiny, cutoff jeans, with a tank top that seemed like it was pasted to her skin. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail that exposed her sexy long neck. I had to mentally push back images of her running a vibrator across her slit, but her hot outfit wasn’t helping.

“Hi mom,” I offered.

Mom gave a tiny jump and ran over to give me a big hug. She seemed so small next to my 5’11” frame, and I easily wrapped my arms around her. Her hug was warm and affectionate. She really must have missed me. I felt my dick start to stir and I imagined her kneeling just a bit down to suck my dick. She kept her arms around me and looked up to my face. “Tell me all about camp!”

I tried to subtly move her away, so I could sit down and avoid any further hardening of my cock. I caught her up (on the PG stuff) about camp and told her I was happy to be back. “How have you been? What have you been up to?” I asked with some hesitation. I wanted her to tell me all about her new online venture, but didn’t want her to know I had already seen her about to fuck herself while wearing lingerie.

Mom smiled. “Oh, nothing much. Same old stuff.” She flexed her arm a bit and showed off a tiny, toned muscle. “But can you tell? I’m still working on my fitness,” she said, smiling with the hope of approval.

I laughed and reached over to give her little arm a squeeze. “Oh, definitely. The first thing I noticed were these massive arms.”

She slapped me playfully. “Don’t make fun. Well your dad loves my arms,” and giving a slight turn with a coy look, said “and other parts.” She pushed her ass out while saying that in a joking, but flirting way. Her firm bubble butt gave a little jiggle in her tight shorts.

Dad had been making these kinds of sexual comments before I had left, but this was the first time she had. It felt like an invitation. I tried to keep up.

“I bet he does. He’s never been shy about enjoying all your ‘improvements’ as of late,” I said.

Mom paused and gave me a semi-surprised look. Shit, did I go too far? “Oh, please. He’s not the only one,” she said, raising her eyebrows at me.

“Mom! I..uh,” I stammered. This was way too far for me. Did she know? Did she figure out that the fake email address I used to sign up for her page was me somehow?

My mom saw my embarrassment and brightened. “I mean, have you seen my TikTok page?! I have over 3 million followers!” She then excitedly pulled out her phone to show me her page. I let out an internal sigh of relief as she scrolled through her content and nodded my approval. She then looked up at me, “In fact, your dad and I wanted to talk to you tonight about it. I’ve actually been making a bit of money with this and so it’s probably going to continue for a while. We’ll talk more later.”

“Wow, that’s really impressive. 3 million is a huge number of followers. I’m proud of you,” I assured her. I felt relieved at her offer to end the convo and save it for later.

We left the house and I helped her with some grocery shopping and other errands. We had a nice time and it wasn’t until a few hours later that my brain kicked in. She’s making money? You moron. Where did you think her money was coming from. Just regular videos? Or the incredibly profitable, sub***********ion based porn she was filming while you were away?

I had a knot in my stomach for the rest of the time we were out together. By the time we got home it was already late and dad had got dinner started. I feel like he greeted my mom with a more than your average passionate kiss, then greeted me with a hug and asked me to set the table while peppering me with questions about my summer. I did my best to seem casual, all the while dreading when he would bring up my mom’s “business.”

The summer talk got us through much of the dinner. We were having pasta, and we shared 2 bottles of an excellent wine, so it didn’t take long before we were red-faced and relaxed. Dad shared how he had slowed down his work schedule over the summer as he was feeling comfortable enough to enjoy life a little. I told him he deserved it as he had been working incredibly hard since he was 16 and could use the break. Hopefully he would get a chance to travel more, as he had always wanted to do.

“Actually Alex, I’ve been keeping busy right here at home, helping your mom with her social media business.” My dad gave a loving look to my mom, who smiled back at him through hazy eyes. My dad and I could handle our wine a lot better than her tiny body let her. My mom got up and sat on my dad’s lap in a warm and affectionate manner. She gave him a peck on the cheek in appreciation for his help.

There it was, the moment I had worried about. “Oh…umm that’s nice of you,” I stammered out. I suddenly felt much more drunk and disoriented than I should have been. The stress of the conversation was definitely adding to the buzz.

“I know that before you left you saw how great the TikTok videos were for your mom’s self-esteem. She’s really come out of her shell and found something that feels meaningful for her,” my dad continued. My mom was stroking his chest and seemed so thankful for his words. “While you were away, her videos have taken a different direction. The world couldn’t help but see what am I amazing and beautiful woman your mom is, and they wanted more.” I knew exactly where this was going, but the reality of the conversation was still a lot to take in. “So, after a lot of discussion, we started an Only fans page, and it’s really taken off.”

There it was. I knew it was coming but now it was all out in the open. He continued, “I’ve been filming and mom has been in charge of what she does and what requests to take on.” Mom blushed and looked lovingly at my father, then at me. What did they expect me to do with all of this info?

I was aware of a heat that passed over me, causing me to sweat despite the A/C. “Wha…why are you telling me about it,” suddenly fearing that question would somehow hurt mom, I clumsily added, “Not that I don’t think its great for you to have your own thing, mom. But, why not keep this a secret. What do you need my help with?”

“We just wanted to let you know because you might…hear or see things as your mom’s business grows. In our next video I’ll even be joining her to…um…help.” The sudden awkwardness from my dad threw me off.

Mom patted his arm. “We know it is a lot to take in, but we didn’t want to hide it from you. If you ever have any questions, just come to us. We will be fully transparent with you.”

“I don’t really know what to say,” I told them. Which happened to be the truth. What was I supposed to say? ‘No! I won’t allow it?’ They were my parents in their own home and could do what they wanted.

“Why don’t you sleep on it, and tomorrow, if you want to talk about it we will,” my dad offered. “But for now, I think we all need to go to bed.” I don’t think my dad meant to let me see the wink he gave my mother.

I went to bed and strained my ears to hear the sounds of them fucking, but soon the wine and confusion took hold and I fell asleep.

Things kind of blurred from there. The pressures for life to ‘get back to normal’ were intense and the fact my parents were now pornstars receded under the wash of summer outings with friends, parties, summer reading, and day to day business.

Dad still went to work. Mom still ran errands and posted videos on her regular social media feeds about fitness. But evidences of her new life crept in. Dad and mom would sometimes spend an hour in the guest room studio filming content and the sounds of mom pleasuring herself or them fucking could be heard clearly through the house. On more than one occasion, I had seen sex toys littered about, and even once saw a dildo suctioned to the wall of the shower.

All these things had their effect on me. I was constantly horny and dropped any pretense that I wouldn’t include my mom in my jerk off fantasies. After what I had seen, my mental images of her were crystal clear.

One evening, mom called me into her room for some help. She was in the bathroom, so I sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her.

“I’ll just be a minute. I need your honest opinion about something I want to wear for my next video.”

‘Video?’ I thought to myself. She must mean her Tiktok account. It had been so long since we discussed her Onlyfans, I didn’t think she would bring it up so casually.

“Yea sure. What’s the trend you are trying to do?” I yelled through the bathroom door.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing an emerald green, sheer lingerie, with straps that creatively allowed for openings to see skin while still holding it together. She spun around and I could see the thin fabric of the lingerie snaking up her ass.

All I could do was stare wide-eyed at my nearly naked mother. Her body was incredible. It was one thing to see it on the screen, but in person she radiated. Her pale skin shone in the sunlight, as did her bright blonde hair. She stood in front of me with one leg slightly bent, almost looking shy. I knew it was an act, but that didn’t diminish its effect. I was hard immediately.

“Oh, wow,” is all I could mutter.

She beamed a smile. “You like it?” Maybe it wasn’t an act. She seemed almost nervous to get my approval.

It just came out. “You look fucking hot mom.” I couldn’t believe I just said that. I backed up a bit. “But, isn’t it a bit much for Tiktok?” Shit. I already knew the answer to that, and just opened up a path for her to say…

“Oh, it’s not for Tiktok sweetie.” She smiled a little. “It is for my more adult page. You know? We talked about it.”

She ran her fingers up and down the lace of her lingerie. “Usually your dad helps me plan, but he isn’t home, so I thought I could use your help in choosing outfits. I don’t want to wait for your dad to come home.”

“Mom. I don’t know. I mean, should I really be the one to help with this?” I stammered. My mind was at war with itself. Half was trying to find a way out of this, while the other half was dying to stay.

My mom gave a confused look. “It’s just lingerie, baby. I am sure you saw much more than this at camp this summer. Don’t think I don’t remember what it was like to be young and free of consequences. I had my own summers of fun back in the day too,” she said, giggling a little.

Flashes of my mom as a young girl getting railed in the woods flashed through my mind.

“Plus,” she continued, “I’m your mom. What’s a little skin between family.” With that, she disappeared back into the bathroom to get more outfits. There was no arguing with her. Plus, my horny brain clearly won the war. I was staying and would just do my best to not cum in my pants.

She held me hostage as she tried on several outfits, seeking my approval, so she could make content. After the second outfit (a full body mesh suite), she stopped bothering to go into the bathroom to change and would strip in front of me. She was seemingly oblivious to how horny a teenager might be with all this. Either that, or she was malicious. How else could she see how hard my dick was tenting in my pants with no ability to relieve myself and still force me stay. Finally, as I watched her squeeze her massive tits into a tight corset and was busy buttoning the many fastens, I couldn’t help it. I hazarded a chance to give my aching cock a few strokes. I didn’t know what I expected. It’s not like I could just whip it out and cum all over my mom’s bed. But I couldn’t resist.

My mom glanced up from her buttoning, and I moved my hands away quickly but knew that she saw. She smiled, but didn’t say anything about it. She struggled for another minute as I sat nervously, cock now aching even worse. “Alex, I changed my mind about this one. I don’t think I like how constricted the corset makes me feel. I am having a hell of a time opening this though. Can you help?” The pleading in her voice was like a siren’s call. It was impossible to resist.

“Uhhh, sure,” I stammered. I awkwardly stood up from the bed and walked to her, feeling the discomfort in my pants. I got close to my mom, and she looked up at me as I helped her undo her clasps. The corset was half closed so her tits were contained but basically spilling out of the material. The view was all too much. I had to keep space to avoid mom brushing up against my hard-on. I was struggling with the clasps as well, but her tits were also quite the distraction.

“Struggling to focus?” mom said. I couldn’t tell what her tone was. Joking? Flirting? Concern?

“Yea, I guess. I can’t seem to get this one,” I said and I shook the clasp to try to free it, but instead just jiggled my mom’s tits. The sight shot a shock of horny desire through me and my dick stirred in my shorts.

My mom clearly saw and smiled. “Honey, it’s OK. I know this is uncomfortable for you. I can see it,” she said gesturing with her eyes to my penis. “If it helps, you can take off your shorts. It can’t be comfortable and I still have another outfit I need your opinion on.” Before I could even answer, her arms reached forward and began tugging at my shorts. I let go of her corset and didn’t even protest as she pulled my shorts down, bringing my briefs with them.

My cock sprang forward, essentially right in my mom’s face. It felt amazing to have it free of strain, and I involuntarily jutted forward, almost spearing my mother in her face. “Whoa there!” mom said with a laugh, and stood back up. “Better? Good. Now focus on getting me out of this thing.”

I silently obeyed, but letting my dick out did nothing for my concentration. In fact, all I wanted to do was jerk off or fuck something now. It was hard to pull back on the lust. So much so that the fact that my mom was staring at my dick took a bit to fully dawn on me. She stared at my cock with a loving look in her eyes. From what I have seen of my father, I guessed we were about the same size, but he might have a slight edge on thickness.

Girls have always complemented me on my dick. Not just the size, but that it was just good-looking somehow. From the look in her eye it seemed like my mom agreed.

Finally, the last clasp was free and the corset split open, letting my mother’s breasts spill forward. I wanted nothing more to grab them and grope her, but she turned to get the next outfit.

“OK, last one I promise.” She gave a glance back to me, standing awkwardly with my erect dick out. “You should sit back on the bed. That thing is enormous and I’m afraid you’ll pass out from the blood loss.”

Not only did she free my cock, but my mom was even complimenting my dick. I couldn’t believe that this was my life.

For this last one she went into the bathroom and I took the chance to give myself a few relieving strokes. Pre-cum oozed from my tip and I moaned as the memory of my mother’s face near my naked cock came to mind. I closed my eyes and got lost in the image. I jerked harder and faster, unable to let go of the rising feeling of pleasure in my body. I stopped only when I felt something touch my knees.

My eyes shot open to see my mom standing right over me, her legs straddling mine, watching me beat my dick into submission. She was wearing a light blue, sheer, babydoll lingerie over a matching g-string. Her body looked incredible in the outfit and I noticed how hard her nipples were. She had a slight smirk on her face as she stared down at my cock with my hand gripping the base of my shaft.

She then made a small frown and said “Aww. You really couldn’t wait. I know it’s been torture for you today. All this skin and teasing. It’s ok baby. You take care of it if you need to. Anytime you want.”

Then she extended her hand and touch the tip of my dick. A globe of pre-cum connected with her finger and when she moved away it glistened and stretched, still connecting us. She brought her finger to her lips and gave it a taste. “Mmmm. Sweeter than your dad’s.” She paused and seemed to think for a moment. “I’ll even help you, since it’s my fault you are like this.”

“But-” I started to protest, but mom didn’t give me much of a chance. She turned and backed her ass right between my legs. The string from her lingerie was shoved far into her crack to make it mostly invisible. She moved her hips side to side seductively, not yet making contact. Her fat ass hovered over my naked cock as she caressed her body.

“Don’t be afraid to touch, baby,” she said and reached back to guide my hands to caress her curves. She placed my hands over the sides of her ass as she swayed. Her skin felt silky smooth making it impossible to resist roaming.

“Mmm, that’s right baby. Your hands feel so good.” She backed up a little more until her ass grazed my dick just enough to send bolts of electric pleasure through my body. She danced her ass there for a bit, allowing me to enjoy the view before pushing back even further and nestling my hard cock into the crack of her ass. She slid over my dick and I almost burst knowing that all the separated me from sliding into one of my mom’s holes was a tiny string of fabric.

My mom leaned back so that she was fully seated on me and had her back pressing into my chest. She guided my hands now to roam over her breasts while she kept her ass gyrating and grinding into me. Her tits were so soft and full that I couldn’t hold back any longer. Without waiting for any more whispered permission, I groped her tits and pinched her perfect nipples through the fabric of her bikini.

Mom let out a yelp of pleasure. “Oh, yes baby. There you go. Don’t mommy’s tits feel good?”

I let myself kiss and lick her neck as she writhed on top of me, every movement of hers jerking my cock more. Mom shifted to sit up on my dick, and I had a view from behind of her stripping off the sheer nightie, exposing her smooth back to me and leaving nothing between my hungry hands and her body. She swiveled and turned to face me, still sliding her body over my dick. She lifted my shirt over my head to make me fully nude. She let her hands roam over my chest, shoulders and arms.

I lifted myself to take her nipples into my mouth as my hips began to involuntarily buck. My body wanted to fuck her so badly. Mom rolled her hips on top of me and let out moans and purrs that only encouraged me more. She looked down on me and smiled, enjoying every moment. She stood and again backed her ass into me. She bent slightly and I felt like she was signaling me to push that string out of the way and shove my dick into her. I reached out my hand…

Then we heard the door open abruptly. We both instantly froze. My mom, still pressed hard into me, turned her head in shock to the door and I peered over her shoulder.

My father stood in the doorway, mouth half open with what I could only imagine was anger on his face. “What the…,” he began.

“Baby, I’m sorry. It just happened,” my mom protested, her voice full of worry.

My dad stepped forward, seemingly huge in this moment. He turned to see something in the corner of the room and the anger in his face melted as he said, “Well, it’s not how we talked about it happening , but this is what you wanted. Might as well.”

‘Not how we talked about it happening’? I was so confused and terrified. I felt the need to try and get up as being naked and having to fight my father seemed like the worst case scenario I’d never thought to even dream of. But then mom started grinding again. My dick, that had begun to soften, instantly turned rock hard again against her supple ass. Over her shoulder, I could see dad was stripping himself.

My dad was well known to be a handsome man. Part of the reason he was so happy with my mother’s fitness craze recently was that he himself never stopped going to the gym and valued exercise immensely. His body was not overly bulky, but he had mass to him. As his shirt came off it exposed a lightly hairy chest over a muscled frame. He stepped forward and let my mom, who I am sure was grateful to avoid his anger, strip him of his pants. His dick was not yet fully hard, but like mine was thick and a healthy size. My mom’s hands groped my fathers strong legs as she bent her head forward to take give his shaft a lick.

My dick got over its fear quickly and began to stiffen again against my moms ass. Without warning, my dad put his hand behind mom’s head and shoved his dick into her mouth hard. The force pushed her to sit back and put all her weight on my dick. Dad fucked mom’s throat violently and caused her body to shake and grind my dick. As arousing as it was, I was also worried about my mom. I had never seen anyone treat her so roughly.

My dad released her head, and she pulled back while taking a big gasp for air. My mom looked back at me, cheeks flushed and smiled. “We are going to have to scoot back on the bed honey. You dad is a little upset and going to punish my throat.”

Dumbly, I scooted back, not really knowing what to do or think. Mom perched herself on all fours at the edge of the bed. Her ass bent and spread before me as she opened her mouth wide for my father. He gave her a commanding slap on the cheek and said “Good girl. I know you get horny, but this wasn’t what we discussed.”

Mom whimpered, but smiled. “I think I need another before I should be allowed to have your dick again.”

My dad obliged and gave her another slap on the cheek, causing my mom to groan in pleasure. Without needing to be asked she took my father into her mouth again and set to sucking his dick. As she did so I watched her ass wiggle in front of my face. My dad smiled. “I think you mother needs some attention son. Do what feels right.”

What feels right? To my mother’s body. What a strange statement. What I should want to do is walk out of this house in shame.

But that’s not what I told to do. Not what I should do.

Do what I wanted to do.

I placed my hands on either side of my mom’s beautiful ass and buried my face in her pussy. The warmth and wetness was intoxicating. I felt as my mom backed herself into my face and moaned in ecstasy. I wasted no time in exploring every bit of her sex with my tongue and using my free hands to reach under her to rub and squeeze her tits. As I started to suck my mom’s clit I realized her moans became screams. Her pleasure was so intense she must have taken my dad’s dick out of her mouth to fully immerse herself. I felt no small amount of pride in having her full attention as I tongued at her. Her screams got louder and I felt her reach back to place a hand on my head, as if begging me not to stop.

I wouldn’t have for anything in the world. I devoured her until I felt her pull back. I looked up in a daze, knowing my face must have been soaked with her juices. She had flipped over on her back, no longer able to support her own weight on her buckling knees. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged. My dad hovered above her with a smile on his face, stroking as he enjoyed the show. He gave me an approving nod.

I dove back in, attacking her clit while I aggressively fingered her opening. She yelped and moaned until my dad couldn’t help himself and stuffed her mouth with his dick once more. Soon her legs clamped onto my face like a vice grip and I knew she was going to cum. I curled my fingers inside her and sucked and licked her clit until I felt her whole body shake and her pussy erupted with wetness. I didn’t stop until her legs gave out and I looked up to watch my dad moving his dick in and out my mother’s mouth. She seemed barely there; limp and relaxed as her body was awash with pleasure.

Her eyes fluttered open and my dad took his dick from her mouth. She lifted herself up and smiled at me. “Such a good boy. Lay back and get your treat.”

I scooted up the bed and laid in wait as she crawled over to me like a hungry animal. Mom climbed on top of me and wasted no time angling my dick into her pussy. The tight, warm and wet feelings surrounded my member as I entered her. How I did not cum right then I do not know. She rode me hard and I watched her new tits bounce on her chest. She was suddenly leaning close as she rode me and I realized my dad had moved in.

Mom paused for a bit, her face contorting with effort then enormous relief as my dad entered her asshole. He let out a huge groan and I could feel from the bed that he was steadily pumping her. I followed suit and tried to keep a steady tempo as mom was held prisoner between us. Not that she was complaining. She moaned and grunted. We both sped up, and she was forced down onto my chest from our efforts.

It didn’t take long before I felt dad groan loudly as he finished in her ass and pulled out. My mom, breathlessly, begged me to fuck her hard and cum in her. I grabbed her hips as she lifted her torso up and fucked her hard as she put her hands on my chest to steady herself. Her skin was mottled red from effort and pleasure and I knew her ass and pussy must be worked raw at this point. Finally, I felt pools of tension and pleasure seem to gather in me as I exploded inside her. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before. As I slowed, my mom took over and rode me gently, as if to milk every drop of cum from me.

It felt like I couldn’t move or speak. My mom laid down beside me and my father beside her in their big bed. We were a big, sweaty, leaky, exhausted mess.

It wasn’t until later that I found out my mom had been recording the whole thing. She had set up her cameras before to catch a few angles and knew she could seduce me into fucking her. Dad was fully on board, and though he didn’t know she was going to do it that day, had been talking with mom about this for a while.

I was at first shocked and felt used for content, but have had many unfilled sessions since that have assured me that its more than just for views. I make semi-regular appearances in my mom’s videos, always with my face blurred. Home life has never been better, and mom is even talking about bringing “free-use” to the house. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

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