Mom and Her Web-Cam (x.xx)	Mum decides to go in front of the camera.  New	 Incest/Taboo 	11/19/21


    cam – mom – oral sex – blowjob – pussy eating


Mom and Her Web-Cam
by miss_D_mena ©

Times were hard, no thanks to my father who had decided that my mother, now aged forty, was past her prime and needed to be traded in for a newer model. He had dropped the bombshell one evening, annoyingly, after he'd had his meal, which gave her no opportunity to tip it over him. Over time, we found out that he had acquired a new woman and crazily, she was only about four years older than I was. I could understand this person's reasoning, dad was a good catch, he had a great job bringing in plenty of money each month, we lived in a nice house, full of mod-cons and never really went short, that was until he packed his bags and moved out from home and in with her.

The next three months I remembered as a time of tears, mood swings and bitter recriminations, never sure what type of reception I would encounter when I arrived home from college each day. I had offered to drop out and get a full-time job because there was no way mum's meagre salary from her part-time job was going to cover all of the bill's, let alone buy us food as well. She would not hear of it, to her, my education was important, and my father was just going to have to stump up some money, whether he liked it or not.

She had made the decision that she was going to get a full-time job, but for a woman who had spent most of her life being a housewife and had no qualifications whatsoever, there was truly little out there for her and what there was came with a paltry pay packet.

I was home one evening, the weather outdoors miserable and to be honest I could not really afford to go out at the moment. There was nothing on tv and mum and I had been sat chatting about her options, the longer the conversation had gone on, the more despondent she had become, and I could sense one of her mood changes approaching, which was why I made my silly remark, something to try and lighten the mood when I told her laughingly.

'Well, as a last resort, you could always become a webcam model. I believe some of them earn tons of money.' It wasn't a suggestion, simply one of those flippant remarks to try and make her laugh. She scowled in my direction, giving me the kind of look that she nowadays saved for my father. With a cheesy grin, I dropped the subject, thinking no more of it as I headed for my bedroom.

Lounging on the bed, I had all but forgotten my comment, it had been made in jest, there was no way my mother could ever be a model, not even a shop window mannequin. Not only was she not pretty enough, but her body was also completely the wrong shape, she was the type of woman who if you walked past her in the street, you would have forgotten what she looked like thirty seconds later. To say she was average was an understatement and while she may have been slim when she was young, the years had added extra to her body.

Having forgotten all about it I was surprised several weeks later when she decided to re-visit the subject of my comment. She had found a full-time job even though the pay wasn't great and was at least managing to make ends meet, even though it was a long way from what we had been accustomed to.

'What do these webcam malarky's do?' She asked.

I wished now that I hadn't said anything, how did I start to explain to her exactly what the models did without embarrassing myself. The easiest solution I decided was to give her my laptop so that she could view for herself what the models did to earn money. The last thing I wanted to do was sit next to her as she watched these women perform, so once it was set up, I disappeared towards my bedroom. I shouldn't have bothered because the next forty minutes consisted of me continually traipsing up and downstairs to answer her questions.

Somehow sensing that she had got the wrong impression, thinking that all she had to do was sit around partially dressed as people paid her money, I had to try and explain what she essentially had to do to earn it. Her face looked shocked when I moved away from the ones she had been watching and found some that were in the process of performing.

'I have to do that?' She stuttered.

Nodding my head, I tried to explain the concept to her, sure that my face was crimson and trying to avoid the use of words that I had never used in my mother's presence. I was delighted when at last, she seemed to lose interest and I was able to escape, finding it difficult discussing sex with her.

As time passed, I was convinced that she had forgotten until one evening when she asked me to produce my laptop again. I was forced to sit next to her as she clicked from one performer to another, asking me questions all the while.

'Could you set me something like this up, not connected I mean? Just so I could practice?'

I looked at her horrified, 'Was she contemplating giving it a go?' But she was persistent, it was only a bit of fun she assured me and that she just wanted to give it a try and see how she looked, certain that she could perform as well, if not better than the women she had watched.

I knew there was an old computer up in the loft and a spare webcam she could use. It took a couple of hours that weekend as I set the machine up, placing a small table at the end of her bed on which would sit the monitor and webcam. With everything good to go, I tested it out, the camera giving a crisp clear view of her bed and a little to each side, so long as she stayed within those boundaries, it would capture everything she did.

With it being a Saturday, once I was done, I showed her where to click to start recording and left her to it as I went to meet up with friends from college and grab a coffee. Late afternoon I phoned mum, asking if she wanted a takeaway for tea before picking it up and heading home. She looked pleased with herself as I got in, asking if I were going out again that evening, I would have loved to, but our money would just not stretch to it.

'I'd like you to watch it with me,' she had said, 'Tell me what you think.'

What I thought, was that it was a really bad idea, but she was insistent and so I retrieved a few bottles of beer from the garage and settled down to watch what she had recorded.

'My God,' she was awful. At first, she looked petrified, like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights, when she got used to being in front of the camera, she looked wooden. Her facial expressions never changed, not one hint that she may be enjoying herself and thankfully, apart from a few seconds glimpse of part of her bra and panties, there was nothing to see. If I had been browsing for someone to watch, she would have had less than ten seconds of my attention before I would have clicked away.

I had to be honest with her, if this were something that she was determined to do, presently she would be left disappointed and humiliated. Whilst not being as brutal as I could have been, I explained all the things I saw as being wrong. The beer helped, she had pinched one of the bottles and I was soon back in the garage, thankful that my father had a large supply in there as I carried an armful into the house.

Taking the time to impress upon her where she was going wrong, I tried explaining what would be required.

'At some point, you are going to have to get naked. You are supposed to be teasing the punters who are watching you, as though they were here in person. And, you are going to have to bring yourself off. Or at least make it look like that.'

At first, my words seemed to deflate her, but as she consumed more beers, she began to get silly.

'Watch me and say when I go wrong,' she suggested drunkenly. 'It's extremely hard when there is no one here. How are you supposed to act sexily to a bedroom wall?'

Stupidly I agreed, nipping down and fetching several more bottles of beer upstairs. Even with the bedroom light on, it was still a little too dark for the camera as I nipped to my bedroom and returned with a spot lamp, setting it up at a distance so that the light was not too harsh.

Sitting in the middle of her bed, she tried, bless her, but she just did not come across as sexy no matter what she did. We must have spent at least an hour, laughing more than anything else, but it just wasn't working for her. 'Here, change places with me,' I eventually told her.

She stood behind the camera and monitor as I stared into the lens, still able to see my mother by raising my eyes slightly. I blew kisses at the lens whilst running my hands up and down my chest, bit by bit raising my t-shirt to expose bare flesh and then as they came into view, I flicked my nipples, twisting and playing with them as they became erect.

Closing my eyes, I began to enjoy myself. The beer helped of course as I ran hands over my stomach and down to my groin, massaging my crotch before unbuttoning my jeans and sliding my hand inside, my fingertips, meeting the head of my expanding shaft. It was then that I came to my senses, suddenly remembering that my mother was watching me as I blushed profusely and refastened my jeans.

She was drunk, but now very much wanted to have a try at what I had just demonstrated. Watching her I felt embarrassed, to me, she was my mum, not some sexy woman. Knelt on her bed, the first thing I noticed was that she wasn't looking at the camera, she was looking at me. I felt uncomfortable as she began to run her hands over her breasts, cupping them and seemingly, in the way she was staring in my direction, offering them to me. I imagined that beneath her tightish buttoned cardigan top, was only her bra, and again I felt a cold sweat as slowly she began to unfasten it, slipping her hand inside at one point as she massaged her left tit.

As much as I did not consider her sexy, with my eyes focused on her body and what she was doing, something was stirring down below. As the last button came undone and the cardigan sprang open, I got my first view of my mother's creamy white breasts in her black bra. Coming to an upright kneeling position, she started to raise her skirt, inch by inch she exposed her thighs, never quite reaching her panties, as her hand slipped beneath the skirt, and she touched herself.

I knew I had to get out of there. Making my excuses and telling her that her performance was a lot better and to keep practising, I made my escape. Luckily, from her position on the bed, the monitor had hidden my lower half and she had not seen the suspicious bulge in my jeans. The throbbing was intense but as much as I needed to relieve it, the thought of doing so while the images of her were still fresh in my mind put me off and I left it to slowly diminish of its own accord.

Nothing was said the next morning or over the next few weeks, whilst I knew she was still practising, I didn't go to her room again and she made no mention of it to me. Several months had passed when she brought the subject up again.

'I think I'm ready and I want to give it a try.' She told me one evening.

I did not have a clue what becoming a web model entailed and had to research what we needed to do to get her online. In actual fact, it was a straightforward process, though there were things we would have to buy before we reached that final stage. We filled in the forms and submitted them along with photos and verification that she was old enough to be accepted by one of the sites. I suggested that instead of using her bedroom, we set everything up in the spare room, that way the computer and screen would not get in her way. Luckily, some of the items we needed we already had, even though I had never realised that my mother owned such toys. Setting the computer and camera up once more, I added a second screen, to me, there was nothing more annoying than the women who you just knew were looking at a monitor rather than looking at the camera.

Once we got the go-ahead, it took me a couple of weeks to set up token menus and the additions that all the others seemed to offer, but finally, I was finished, and my mother was ready for her first performance whenever she wanted to start. I think at that stage, the nerves were affecting her, it was one thing to do it when no one would see you, it was another when the whole world was potentially watching and currently, she had the jitters. On the night when she had come close to appearing sexy, I was there and she was drunk, this time she would be sober and alone.

Mum had a day off from work and she had decided that this would be the day that she went live for the first time while I was at college. Arriving home that evening, I found her bitterly disappointed. It hadn't been all she had hoped for and while she'd had a few visitors watching her, her tip tally had been nearly non-existent.

'It's going to take time mum. You have to look at it like any other job and learn the ropes. Remember, make your teasing last. Keep your visitors wanting more. The longer you keep them watching you, the more chance you have of receiving tips. Also, never give them something for nothing. No tip, no play.'

I was surprised to find that the thought of my mother displaying herself online did not seem to bother me in the slightest, it seemed to be a common thing recently as websites sprang up, displaying women of all ages and attraction.

'Why don't you do it each evening, just like a job. Say, after tea, seven till nine. See how that goes for a couple of weeks before making any more decisions.

She took my advice, the next evening going upstairs and then online. I'm sure it had never entered her head that once signed in, she could be viewed by anyone, including myself. Despite my reservations, I had an unnatural desire to see how she was doing as I went up to my bedroom and switched on my laptop, logging in and bringing up her name. "Mature-Angel" she had called herself, the "Angel" part being close to her true name of Angela.

She was already nearly an hour into her performance and had about twenty visitors and much to my astonishment, was by now nearly naked. At first, it was her breasts that held my attention, they sagged but were still full, with surprisingly large nipples. Each time she leant forward they hung downwards, and I suddenly found myself imagining what they would feel like in my hands which immediately caused my cock to thicken. When she sat crossed-legged her midriff and stomach creased, slight rolls of fat hanging out the side and the bottom of her belly overhung her mound slightly.

She turned her back to the camera and bent over, pulling her buttocks apart, leaving me gasping as I got a perfect view of her arse and gaping fanny. I'll be honest, while her teasing wasn't up to much, just the sight of her naked and displaying her body suddenly ignited in me a desire to touch her. For the first time in my life, I imagined what it may feel like to touch her breasts or even slide a finger up her cunt.

Throughout her performance, and I watched it to the bitter end, there was something about her that kind of grew on me, by the time she supposedly brought herself off, I actually considered that she may be able to make some money from it.

When eventually she left the spare bedroom, I was back downstairs. She was a little happier this time, she'd had several more viewers and had earned more tips. I hadn't meant to say anything, it was just that in one respect I could maybe understand my father and why he had left. My mother at the moment just did not seem to exude sex appeal. While the sight of her body had begun to arouse me, what was lacking was that feeling of her enjoying herself and that she was performing just for me the viewer.

Stupidly, I said something. It took a moment to register that I had watched her, her face changing as I expected her to hit the roof. Instead, we finished what was left of the evening in silence.

The next evening, she asked for a couple of drinks to accompany her meal, which I thought were just to settle her nerves until as seven o'clock drew near, she took me by surprise.

'I want you to come and watch me. In the room. Tell me when I'm going wrong.'

This really was a bad idea, if it were anything like the previous evening, there was no way I would be able to hide my erection forever. I tried putting her off but she was adamant and so I ended up in the bedroom as she switched on the computer and camera before logging in.

That night's act was different, I think both I and her viewers could sense that as the number of people watching quickly increased. But in the bedroom, it was as though she was performing only for me. When she finally lost her top and bra and proceeded to play with her tits, she stared at me incessantly, as though she was offering me the chance to move forwards and touch them.

When her skirt disappeared and then her panties, she lay back and opened her legs allowing me to see her open vagina and the moisture within. Whilst in the past I could tell that she was simulating what she was doing, tonight she actually seemed to be aroused, her chest rising and falling rapidly, especially when she finally touched herself.

Her final display, the rubber cock sliding in and out of her fanny had us both panting. What I wanted to do was rip my pants off and wank to her, the throbbing down below becoming painful as I could tell that for once, my mother had really orgasmed, her eyes staring fixedly at me as she climaxed.

She was breathing heavily as she leant forward and clicked the button to take her offline, a quick look at the screen telling me that tonight alone, she had made around thirty pounds or more for just two hours of work. I needed an excuse to escape, the sensations and pent-up arousal needed a release and I desperately needed to toss myself off. Maybe she knew why I wanted to get away, maybe she had built herself up to a point where she wanted more than just a rubber cock.

'Come here,' she said, indicating that I should come around the side of the bed.

'I think it's only right that as you have got to see me naked, I should get to see you undressed,' she said softly, keeping eye contact all the time, even when her finger traced the size of my bulge.

It seemed to have happened in a matter of seconds, one moment I was stood by the bed, the next, my cock was nestled deep inside her quim as my mother moaned and writhed beneath me. It seemed surreal, looking down at her body, mum's breasts flattening slightly and her stomach moving in time with my hips as I thrust my cock into her. Despite being highly aroused already, I managed to keep going as I ran my hands over her tits, cupping and squeezing her soft flesh, her nipples when I twisted them, heightening her arousal.

It was never going to be a long fuck unfortunately, I was far too aroused and far too surprised for that, but at least I managed to hold out until she began to climax before emptying my load into her fanny and feeling knackered.

'Disgusted in me? She asked afterwards as we lay side by side.

By rights, I should have been. By rights, I should have been incensed. The strange thing was, that I didn't feel like that. If anything, as I slowly recovered and continued to look at her spread-eagled and naked, the more I got the feeling that I wanted to fuck her again, my shaft beginning to thicken as the notion came into my head. In reply to her question, I did something she had not been expecting and which I had never thought about, I leaned over and kissed her.

Turning on her side, she moved in closer, her arms going around my neck as her body pushed against mine and I felt her breasts against my chest, my cock, rapidly coming awake once more, twitched against her belly. Rolling me, she straddled my hips, teasing my shaft with her fingers as she brought me fully erect.

I had no idea what it was, but there was something about her slightly mature overweight body, her sagging titties, and the little rolls of fat, which I found extremely arousing and erotic. In one evening, she had gone from a "Plain Jane" to a reasonably attractive woman, all the more so presently because my cock was once again buried inside her cunt.

As she rocked herself back and forth on my shaft, she leant forward on her outstretched arms, dangling her tits over my face. There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity as my hands hoisted each one and tested their weight. Despite the sag, they were surprisingly full, her nipples pushing into my palms as I caressed and fondled them before applying pressure to her teats, groans falling from her lips as she started to tell me how nice that felt. When my mouth latched onto each nipple, she became vocally louder, grinding her fanny against my groin as I felt her vaginal muscles gripping my cock and squeezing sporadically.

It was a much slower affair this time, a nice steady rhythm as my cock plundered her fanny, teasing each other all the while as she would bring me to the brink, and then I would return the favour, leaving her hanging just as her climax approached. When she did finally cry her release and I ejaculated inside her quim, I felt ecstatic, it was only the look on her face that told me it was my mum that I was fucking, take that away and it could have been any mature woman. But I found that there had been something satisfying about our coupling, despite it being wrong, in another sense it had felt perfectly natural.

There were no long conversations afterwards, no congratulations or recriminations, no declarations of love or anything silly like that. It was as though her "Mother" persona had kicked in and she quickly returned to being my mum as she announced she was going for her shower.

I slept in my room that night as usual and the next day she made no comment about what we had done, it was as though it had never happened as each evening, she went up to the spare bedroom to perform. As weeks turned into months, she became more professional at what she did and in doing so, her followers and viewers increased. Six months in, she could easily earn up to fifty pounds for a three-hour slot, money not to be sneezed at for us and helped supplement her income.

At first, I had watched her on my laptop, but it was not the same as being in the room with her and eventually lost interest, allowing her to continue with her now new pastime.

Now I don't know if my mother had been doing some research of her own, I certainly hadn't, and while I had not forgotten how much I had enjoyed fucking her, it was not something that had been repeated since that night.

That was until towards the middle of my summer break. My mother was still following her normal routine, she would work during the day and then spend anything up to four hours each evening, performing online. By now she'd had me submit her details to other sites and the computer was set to broadcast her on three different websites simultaneously which increased her punters and the number of tips she collected.

Her divorce was in the hands of solicitors and from what she divulged was going well.

'At least we still have a house to live in,' I'd remarked, surprised that my father hadn't asked her to sell it before now. She smiled and tapped the side of her nose as though she had a secret but refused to offer any more information. Our heads were above water earnings wise and at least I could afford to have a couple of evenings each week out with friends which was where I met Dotty. Her name was Dorothy, but to me, she was "Dotty", dotty by name and dotty by nature. She was vivacious, a complete nut-job, but fun to be with.

As summer turned to autumn and then winter, Dotty could be found at my house most evenings, I'm sure she thought my mother disappeared upstairs to give us some privacy and I hadn't known her long enough yet to even venture to tell her the truth.

I'd walked her home, as usual, returning to find my mother waiting for me when I got in. It was obvious that she wanted to ask something but stumbled over her words until she finally got them out.

'I have an idea and would like to try it out if you are up for it. It does involve you being naked though.'

At last, having given up the idea that I may ever fuck her again, it seemed to me that I was being offered another opportunity to which I hastily agreed. I had no idea that the monitor or camera had not been switched off as I undressed, simply taken offline for the moment. Taking the same position as last time, I watched as she began to run through her routine. She had improved considerably, smiling sexily in my direction, she slowly ran her tongue over her lips and blew me kisses.

Removing her top, she leant towards me, her breasts hanging down in their cups as she caressed and played with them, proffering them to me as she slowly removed each tit from its cup and flicked at her nipples. Replacing them into her bra cups, she knelt upright, slowly raising her skirt until I got a full view of her panties as she slipped one hand inside them.

Her performance so far had already had the desired results, my shaft sticking upright from my groin and twitching regularly as my arousal became more intense. It was perhaps an insane thing to do, but my mother had me turned on which was why I moved from behind the screen so that she could see my cock as I started teasing its plump head, slowly working the skin up and down its length.

Her eyes widened as she noticed that I had removed my pubes, it had been Dotty's idea when she had told me she would if I would. Whilst it did not make my cock any longer, its perception made it seem that it was as my mother seemed to lick her lips at the prospect and gave me a smug smile.

Reaching behind her back, she removed her bra and tossed it to one side, her breasts once again increasing my arousal as they swung freely, her nipples erect. Next, she removed her skirt before she lay back, opened her legs and taking her dildo, rubbed it against her cunt through the thin material of her panties and moaned softly to herself, her eyes never leaving my shaft. It was just like the first time that I had been allowed to witness her undressed, her arousal seemed to come from the fact that I was in the room, and she was performing for me alone. Her panties disappeared and the dildo slid into her fanny which much to my surprise resembled my groin, her mound now devoid of hair. Her eyes fluttered as she steadily built her arousal until she cried out as she started to climax, a squirt of juice from her cunt making the towel beneath her damp.

When her breathing had slowed, she beckoned me to the side of the bed again and I imagined that I would be joining her. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, one hand stroking my shaft as her other hand massaged my sack until with a mischievous grin, she leant forward opened her lips and took my plump knob into her warm mouth.

'Jesus,' it felt fantastic, her tongue running over and around my helmet as her hand slid up and down my shaft as she began to toss me off. My hips automatically pushed forward, trying to get as much of my cock into her mouth as I could while I watched her head bobbing back and forwards. Taking it from her mouth, she rubbed my knob across her tits, my hands fondling them while I had the chance and then I was back in her mouth once more. She seemed to know when I was close, gripping the base of my shaft and squeezing tightly as she allowed my imminent explosion to diminish while planting kisses on its tip.

Back in her mouth again, her hand seemed to speed up as she wanked me furiously. I was about to warn her, but it was too late, knowing that I was about to ejaculate as she withdrew me from her mouth and held my cock over her tits as spurt after spurt of cum showered her creamy white breasts and I moaned in ecstasy at my release.

When her hand finally stopped moving and my hips stopped jerking, she blew a kiss at the screen and leaning forwards, clicked a button. It was only then that I realised that she had still been broadcasting, under the watchful eyes of her viewers she had just given her son a blowjob and showered her tits with his cum.

My heart was in my mouth, what if someone who knew my mother had been watching, how did we explain the fact that in front of the world, I'd just had sex with her. It felt like a living nightmare, the thought of any more sex with her at that moment, extinguished as my desires simply faded. I had never in my life swore in front of her, but it was out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

'What the fuck have you just done. If anyone who knows us saw this, the police are going to be coming knocking.' My stomach lurched and I felt sick, it was one thing for my mother to perform, it was another to involve me.

She let me have my rant before she spoke. 'It's ok, look at the screen. Robby! Look... at... the... screen.'

Turning my head, I realised what she was alluding to, with the camera set as it was, all it captured was my bottom half, my face not even in the shot. I breathed a huge sigh of relief, suddenly wanting to laugh hysterically.

'Look at how much we have just earned in the last hour and a bit.'

I did a quick mental calculation, across the three sites, mums performance and the blowjob had earned us just over a hundred pounds, people had paid to watch her suck my dick!

My legs felt rubbery as the shock slowly faded and my faculties returned. Standing, mum took my hand.

'I presume you would like to have sex with me' she said as she led me towards her bedroom, my head still in a daze.

Of course, I wanted to have sex with her, but at the same time, I was annoyed that she had not explained beforehand what she had been going to do. She had been about to turn towards me when I pushed her onto the bed and opened her legs wide before slipping between her thighs, my face inches from her cunt as my nostrils picked up the scent of her musk. Opening her piss-flaps, I ran my tongue up and down her slit savouring the flavour of her juices and hearing her groan loudly as its tip poked inside, adding to her moisture. Holding her hips firmly, I fucked her with my tongue, occasionally flicking it over her clit as her hips tried to twist.

When I exposed her clitoris completely and took it between my lips, sucking and licking it with my tongue, she begged me to fuck her, but I was going to have my revenge. I concentrated on her cunt; my mouth pressed firmly against it as she achieved her first climax, her hand wrapping around my hair as she tried to drag me up her body. Despite her protestations, I continued to suck and slurp at her fanny and refused to release her, giving her no respite until her third orgasm had her upper torso bouncing about on the bed.

She lay completely still, her chest still rising and falling rapidly, and her eyes squeezed shut as she recovered, and I changed positions. As she stirred and her eyes began to open, I rammed my cock up her flue, bringing her immediately back to reality as her eyes shot open and she gasped as the air was forced from her lungs.

My first ejaculation allowed me the opportunity this time, to fuck my mother slowly, a nice steady constant motion as I slipped my cock in and out of her cunt. She cursed me and she praised me, blaspheming constantly as I built her arousal and then sat back, moving imperceptibly as it slowly dissipated only to bring her to the brink once more. Next, I concentrated on her tits, despite her age, they still seemed to fill my hands perfectly as I rained kisses all over both breasts, abusing them by squeezing tightly and making them bulge before sucking on her nipples like some demented vacuum cleaner.

When I finally pushed her over the edge her body went taut, thrashing beneath me as she orgasmed and wet the quilt cover with her juices, my cock twitching relentlessly inside her cunt as I filled her with my seed and then mixed it with her juices as I continued to pound her until exhaustion had me laid by her side.

When at last I could string more than two words together, mum must have dozed off, her closed eyes and breathing steady, telling me she was asleep. Carefully I slipped from the bed, intending to go to my bedroom when she suddenly stirred.

'Don't leave me. Stay here with me tonight,' she mumbled.

Checking the quilt, some dampness had seeped through as I nipped to my bedroom and returned with the quilt off my bed, covering us both as mum cuddled up against me and rested her arm across my stomach.

I had college the next morning and mum had work to go to so that there was little conversation between us before both leaving the house. I kept getting the impression that something was different, she hadn't said anything, it was just the way that several times as we were getting ready, I caught her glancing in my direction and there was something unfathomable about that look.

Having forgotten all about it by the time I returned, we sat down to tea, my mother asking if Dotty would be at our house that evening. I presumed she would be, Dotty spent most evening's here unless we were out in town which I told my mother as I asked 'Why?'

'I don't want to interfere with anything to do with Dorothy. It was just that I was wondering. I enjoyed the sex with you last night, perhaps, we could make it more of a permanent thing?'

I'm sure I sat there with my mouth hanging open, had I heard correctly, was mum offering me the opportunity to have sex with her on a more regular basis.

'As I have said, I don't want to spoil things, but last night was just heavenly and I'd forgotten what it was like to have someone make love to me as though they meant it. So, I wondered if it were something we could repeat, perhaps a few times a week?'

Nodding my head, I couldn't help but grin, there was definitely something to be said for having sex with an older woman and this was just too good to miss. There were other things she wanted to discuss but told me they could wait until later when we were alone. Mum of course disappeared as usual once Dorothy arrived. She came downstairs just after nine o'clock, chatting with Dotty and me for an hour when suddenly my girlfriend apologised to mum.

'I'm sorry Mrs Mason. You don't have to disappear each time I come around. I feel like I'm pushing you out of your own home.'

Mum laughed and explained to Dotty that she actually went up to do some work, making up some story that sounded unrealistic. It was easy to see that Dorothy was unconvinced, her interest now piqued as to why my mother disappeared each evening. As I walked her home, I was interrogated, having to promise to tell her the truth at a later date, just to pacify her. I could see this causing a problem if I weren't careful, I thought.

Back home, mum called me up to her room. There would be no more broadcasting tonight, but as I arrived in her bedroom, she was already naked and sat up in bed waiting for me. As you can imagine, it did not take me long to undress and join her, but she had things she wanted to discuss before anything else happened.

What she had in mind took the wind from my sails, her idea was that every so often I should join her in one of her routines.

'If you hadn't noticed, the tips went up quickly when I gave you a blowjob.'

I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, what she was proposing was going to end in trouble. I hadn't said no, simply coming up with arguments as to why what she had proposed was a bad idea. Whilst the blowjob had kept my identity secret, anything else would quickly reveal to anyone watching that remotely knew her, that we were mother and son. She let me make my objections before putting her finger to my lips and silencing me.

'What about if you wore a mask, a full head and face one. That would keep your identity secret, and no one would have a clue who I was performing with, you would be anonymous.'

One of half of me wanted to carry on arguing against her proposal, the other half was now taken by her idea, wondering what it may feel like to have an audience watching me shagging my mother. Asking her for time to consider her request, there was denying that the idea was arousing me as her hand slid beneath the covers, gripping my cock as she began wanking me off.

Tonight, it seemed, she wanted something different as she reached into her bedside drawer, extracting a small bottle, and flipping its lid off. I had an inkling as to what it was, having seen her use the same kind of stuff online to lubricate her fanny as she slowly rubbed it into my throbbing manhood. A faint aroma of strawberries permeated the air as she massaged it into my skin before giving me the bottle and asking that I rub it into her fanny and arse. The smell was making my mouth water with a sudden urge to see if it tasted as good as it smelt.

I was between her legs in a shot, my tongue licking at her slit and then at her pink interior as I opened her fanny lips, the taste even enticing me to swirl my tongue around her anus as she moaned her delight.

'I want your cock up my arse Robby. I want to feel it throbbing inside me.'

As far as I was concerned, her wish was my command as she got onto all fours, proffering her buttocks towards my bouncing shaft. Opening her cheeks wide I pushed the head of my cock against her opening, now slick with the lubricant and wet from my tongue. It took very little as I watched the plump head disappear up her arse, making her swear and groan as I slid it out and inserted it once again. It was fun to tease her, inching my shaft into her anus and then withdrawing before finally, my groin pushed against her plump cheeks.

The position was perfect, enabling me to reach under her chest and hold and caress her swinging tits as my cock fucked her rectum. Seeing her reach forward, I wondered for a second what she was up to, amused as from beneath the pillows she produced one of her vibrators. One-handed, she twisted the end, the sound of buzzing mixing with her ecstatic groans as my cock continued to sodomise her. Reaching beneath her, she placed it against her vagina, the vibrations resonating through her fanny and then her clit as her groans grew louder.

Suddenly I could feel the vibrations in my cock as mum slid the toy into her cunt, matching my thrusts so that to her, my shaft and the vibrator penetrated both orifices at the same time, the constant pulsation increasing my arousal.

'I'm ready,' she shrieked, 'Fill my arse with your cum.'

It felt like an explosion in my head and bollocks as my cock emptied the contents of my sack up her back passage, my groin slapping against her buttocks furiously as she climaxed and cried out, coarse language interspersed with gasps for breath as we orgasmed together.

Nights in her bed became plentiful, never mind a couple of times a week, it was as though her new pastime had unlocked something in her which needed to be satisfied regularly.

It was nearly twelve months since she had started performing, having learnt plenty of tricks along the way she was now able to hold her audience's attention, chatting and egging them on as she teased and acted out many of their wishes and fantasies. In an average week, she could easily earn between five and eight hundred pounds, there were times when the amounts dropped, but overall, she was earning more than she did working full time. She had changed her job and was earning a better wage, but she kept it going, working the web each evening and weekend.

We had bought me a mask and I had joined her on several occasions. It was surprising how fast the tips came in when she was getting fucked in a multitude of positions. Mum kept me for what she considered the favourable times.

'We don't want to kill the golden goose,' she laughed after one of our episodes.

Dorothy had not given up trying to get out of me what it was that my mother was doing and so eventually I had to relent and tell her, not all of it, but enough to satisfy her inquisitiveness. I'd been worried that it might have spelt the end of us, but true to form, rather than being perturbed, it seemed to excite her immensely. She seemed to revel in the knowledge that she was dating someone whose mother was a webcam model, asking questions continually.

We had been out together over Easter when Dotty let slip that she had found my mother's profile online, I had no idea that she had been searching. Immediately I was worried, she hadn't said when she had found mum as I nervously asked her.

'Oh, I didn't know you were looking for her. How long ago was that?'

She looked smug and secretive, skipping backwards in front of me as she kept the suspense up and me dangling.

'Ah, about a month ago. I've watched her quite often since. She's incredibly good you know Robby, very professional...... and sexy. She laughed, as she gave me a look which said that she knew I had a secret.

Feeling completely flustered, I felt my stomach lurch. Over the last month, I had performed a couple of times with mum, and I was now praying that Dorothy had not been watching on those occasions. As she slowed and took my arm she stopped laughing for a moment.

'Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.' She whispered.

Trying hard, I gave her my best "I don't know what you're talking about" look, but she wasn't having any of that.

'You can wear a mask, but I would recognise you naked anywhere. It was such a thrill when I watched it one evening after you walked me home. God, it was fantastic. You're fucking your mum, aren't you?'

With my face hot and flushed, I'd expected disgust or revulsion, surprised when she started to giggle, 'Holy shit. It's just so brilliant. I've read about it, but I never imagined that I might actually find someone that was having sex with their mother. You can't imagine how it makes me feel.'

To emphasise her point, she stopped, grabbing me roughly as we kissed and she forced her body against mine, making it obvious what she would have liked at that moment.

Perhaps I should have been suspicious or at the very least, wary. At that point, I'm sure most girlfriends would have run a mile telling everyone who was prepared to listen, what they had discovered. But then that would not have been Dotty, with the truth out in the open there was no need to try and keep it secret anymore as I told her about all that we did in front of the camera. The more details I disclosed, the more excited she seemed to get, telling me right from the start that because it was my mother, it did not seem that I was in any way cheating on her.

Although she initially made no more mention of it after that evening, I still got the feeling that it was not forgotten, Dorothy probably had something in mind if the past was anything to go by. Thankfully, she and my mother got on well, but I still felt it prudent to let mum know that Dotty had discovered our secret. I didn't tell her the complete truth, rather telling her that my girlfriend had discovered her online personality by accident. Mum did ask if Dorothy knew what I was doing with her, but I just shook my head, denying any knowledge.

After a while, I began to notice occasions when Mum and Dotty seemed to be acting as thick as thieves, whispered conversations, and knowing looks passing between them. I wondered what they were plotting, that was until one evening when I was again walking her home.

'I've spoken with you mum. Would you mind too much if I had a go at being a webcam model? She has said that she will show me what to do and let me have a try if you say ok.'

Stopping dead in my tracks I was debating how to answer her. Did I say 'No,' only to find it caused a rift between us? It was not as though we were married or anything like that, she had a right to do as she wished, at the end of the day it was her body. On the other hand, did I say 'Yes,' I'd already just felt that first pang of jealousy, wondering how I would cope with the prospect of other men watching my girlfriend naked and performing sex acts for them?

Finally, I nodded my head even though I wasn't overly enthused by her idea. As I walked towards home I was becoming less and less enamoured by the idea, I suppose in a way I was just being selfish.

It was not as though it started the next night, several weeks passed as mum and Dorothy continued their whispered conversations. She was upstairs with mum one evening, leaving me all alone and twiddling my thumbs. An impulse had me retrieving my laptop from my bedroom, purely to see what was going on. As it was, there was nothing to see, my mother running through her now normal routine and Dotty nowhere in sight as I presumed that just like I did, she was standing behind the camera.

Having now become used to seeing my mother naked and fucking her regularly, I had no desire to sit and watch her perform, preferring to wait until later and hopefully share her bed.

As it was, we were in the middle of our summer break before I was finally introduced to what the two of them had been doing. I'd only watched my mother periodically and, on each occasion, had caught no sight of my girlfriend. Mum never spoke to her while she was performing as I began to wonder what Dotty could be learning, you had to be taking part I would have thought to be able to pick up the confidence my mother now had.

And so, it was with great surprise that I was informed one evening, just before they both disappeared upstairs, that it may be worth having a watch that night. Dorothy seemed excited, sidling up to me before she followed mum.

'No playing with yourself. You have to save it for later,' she had said, giving me one of her sexy looks as she left the room and I heard them ascend to the spare bedroom. Grabbing my laptop, I settled back, glancing through some of the other women online while waiting for my mother and girlfriend to log on.

Initially, I thought she was pulling my leg, there was my mother, performing as she normally did and speaking to the camera. In the past I had muted the volume, having no wish to hear what she was saying to the punters who were watching her. She continued to tease, raising her top and exposing her bra before raising her skirt and showing her knickers. She touched her breasts, rubbing and kneading them occasionally and then doing the same between her legs, but you never actually saw anything, not until suggestions and tips started to filter through.

Because there was no sound, I was surprised when Dorothy suddenly appeared on the bed, waving to all who were watching. I was even more surprised when she took my mother in an embrace and they kissed. 'Whoa' That wasn't a welcoming kiss or a kiss of friendship, it was a full-on, mouths and tongues locked together, arousal kiss. It must have been a sexual kiss, at least my cock was telling me it was as it quickly started to thicken, my eyes now glued to the screen.

I turned the volume on, listening as they chatted back and forth, it was hard work because I couldn't hear what any of the other viewers may have been saying, my only clue being the short text messages popping up at the side of the screen.

As they kissed again, Dorothy's hand went under my mother's top as she made it obvious to everyone watching, that she was playing with mum's tits. My cock began to protest as I gave it a gentle rub to pacify it for the moment, but as Dorothy raised mum's top, scooped her right breast from its cup and lavished her nipple with kisses, I quickly realised that a bit of rubbing was not going to cut the mustard.

Dorothy was now perched in front of mum as she repaid the compliment, raising my girlfriends top and exposing her naked breasts, the nipples firm and prominent and making it plain that she was excited. I watched as her hands came around and cupped both tits, her fingers twisting and playing with Dotty's nipples as she began to moan softly.

Dorothy's t-shirt quickly disappeared, leaving her now topless as they swapped places and bit by bit, she removed my mother blouse and bra, massaging mum's much larger breasts and again, paying particular attention to her nipples as my girlfriend made her moan also.

They ran through a repertoire of actions, each getting increasingly more arousing as time passed and more punters joined. Eventually, they both ended up naked, Dorothy fingering my mother until they swapped, and mum fingered my girlfriend. Toys appeared, dildo's and vibrators, each, in turn, getting stuffed into various orifices as it was obvious to me and anyone else watching that both women were thoroughly aroused.

Glancing at my watch, they had been at it for over two hours and by now my cock was protesting continuously and was actually painful because of the stiffness of my erection. I desperately wanted to fuck, either one or both of them, it mattered little to me, I just needed a cunt to ram my cock into.

They finished with closeups of their fannies held open, wet with juice and piss dripping from them after having orgasmed together, droplets of their juice having also splashed the camera lens as they frantically frigged their minges.

As my screen clicked up 'Offline' I bounded out of my seat and shot up the stairs, discarding clothes as I went. I nearly fell through the bedroom door as I tried to get rid of my pants and briefs at the same time, finishing off and now fully naked as the two of them grinned at me from the bed.

It was a decision that I never thought I would have to make, who did I fuck first, my girlfriend or my mother? As it was, mum made the decision for me, 'I think Dorothy desperately needs your cock,' she grinned as my girlfriend lay back and opened her legs wide.

I was so full of pent-up arousal, that she wasn't going to get a long fuck, solely intent on getting my cock into her fanny and shagging her as fast and furiously as I could. Correct in my assumption, what did not help was my mother continuing to kiss my girlfriend and play with her tits as I fucked her, it was like watching their performance all over again but with me taking part this time.

I don't think Dotty held it against me when within a short time, my cock jerked rapidly inside her fanny as I offloaded the contents of my sack into her. The feeling of relief and fulfilment was immense as I flopped down between the two of them, a short break and I should then be ready to fuck my mother.

I never got the chance to relax, noticing the evil grin on my mother's face as together, she and Dorothy slid down the bed and began to kiss, my cock jammed firmly between their mouths. I had never recovered so quickly before, their mouths and tongues bringing my limp flesh back to a magnificent erection.

'You still owe Dorothy a climax,' mum laughed as my girlfriend eagerly straddled my hips, grabbed my upright shaft, and lowered herself onto it.

This time it was she who beat me to it, Dorothy was bouncing on my cock as she leant over me, her small breasts dangling above my face. Presently my head was turned sideways, my mouth engaged in a tongue tango with my mother while my right hand played with my girlfriend's tits and my left hand played with my mother's tits.

My mother, when our mouths parted, teased me with words. 'Fuck her...... Faster...... Ram your cock up her cunt...... Look at her sweet little titties, look at them wobble when you fuck her...... Have I to play with her nipples for you?'

My hips were being thrust upwards as my shaft buried itself in Dorothy's cunt at an unsustainable rate, she was close to her climax whilst my own was still building. As I watched, her eyes rolled upwards and her mouth hung open, her head lolling as her orgasm took her and she filled my groin with her juices.

When finally, she slumped from me, mum pulled me on top of her, her wide-open legs wrapping around me as she fumbled my cock into her cunt.

'Just fuck me, fast and furious, I'm nearly ready.'

My shaft hammered her pussy, the sight of her belly and tits wobbling in time with my thrusts adding to my excitement and arousal as I fucked my mother for all I was worth.

She was right, she didn't need a lengthy fucking, both our climaxes occurring within seconds of each other as she writhed beneath me, my hands gripping her large titties as I rode her and filled her sloppy wet cunt with my hot cum.

The following morning, I had woken, wondering if I may ever walk again, Dorothy had stayed over and the three of us had continued to use the bed in the spare room all night, exhaustion finally taking us one by one in the early hours of the morning. I was knackered and even though I love sex and had my girlfriend and my mother ready to fulfil my wishes, shagging, was presently the last thing on my mind as all I wanted to do was rest and recuperate.

Around the breakfast table, Dorothy did a quick tot up of how much they had earned, both me and my mother staring at the figure with open mouths. Rightfully so, mum offered to split the amount with my girlfriend, going half and half, but Dorothy said that she was happy with a third at the moment, mum, and I after all were supplying the equipment.

'Anyway, I've loads of ideas for the future. Idea's that will hopefully make us a lot more money than that.' She said it as though she had a huge secret which she was presently not about to divulge. 'I need to speak to your mum first,' she told me, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Whatever ideas Dorothy had, were not explained to me straight away, mum and she continued their evening performances and then came together every so often to perform as a team. To be honest, I had kind of lost interest in what they did online other than the rare occasions I still performed with my mother, always masked up of course. It was the sex that interested me, and over the following six months, I got more than my fair share of that, mum probably getting more than Dorothy did at times.

As Christmas approached, I was still being frugal until my mother showed me a bank statement, I was astounded at how much she had managed to earn even after my girlfriend had taken her cut.

Dorothy pulled me to one side several evenings later to explain the idea she had for between Christmas and New Year.

'Your mum and I have been advertising it for the last couple of weeks and we seem to be getting a lot of interest,' she began to explain, still not having told me what her idea was.

'It will be a private group viewing with a minimum token entrance fee.'

I waited with bated breath, wondering what she had thought up that would pull in the punters.

'Your mum, "Mature Angel" is going to get fucked by her son, that's you, in any positions that the viewers request.'

I looked at her puzzled, I was already performing occasionally with mum, what was different about this I asked Dorothy.

'I'll be there and will tell you when to change position. Oh, and there will be no mask, the punters will be able to see that you are mother and son.'

I'm not going to tell you all the expletives I used, there was no way I was going to shag my mother in front of God knows how many viewers without a mask, 'That's just asking for trouble,' I told Dotty.

'Look, it will be fine. I'll switch on regional blocking so that no one from around this area will be able to watch and I'll also be keeping a watch on IP addresses in case someone tries to sneak past. No one is going to recognise you, we are the only three that know you actually are her son, for everyone else, you could be anybody who just happens to fall into the right age category. People are prepared to pay because we have said you are mother and son, they'll spend money to watch you fuck her. It's a win-win situation.'

As much as I trusted Dorothy I was still against her idea, asking if she had run it past my mother yet. She nodded her head, 'Your mums up for it. She thinks we could make some real money from this, and I would say that she is completely happy to have you fuck her while people watch, imagine how thrilling it will be.'

No matter what my girlfriend said, I was still against it, as far as I was concerned, the risks were not worth however much money she thought we would make. I was determined to speak to my mother before I would commit to her idea, sure that mum wasn't as all for it as Dorothy was enthusing.

As it was, it was a couple of weeks later before I got the chance, having to wait until one evening when my girlfriend had a previous engagement and a weekend night when mum decided to have some time off from performing. She had decided on a short break until Christmas, 'Give them too much of a good thing and they will get bored,' she had told me, explaining that she had other plans for that evening as she glanced purposefully at my groin.

Sex at the moment was the last thing on my mind, this idea of me and my mother fucking while people watched us was distracting me. Doing it with a mask on was one thing, doing it without, was to my mind asking for trouble. As much as Dotty said she would regulate the punters, it would only take one who recognised the both of us and we would be for it.

I'm sure mum had got carried away with my girlfriend's enthusiasm, trying to pacify me and poo-pooing my concerns.

'Dorothy and I have discussed it. We thought if we dyed your hair, one of those, wash in, wash out one's. Maybe a few whiskers as well and perhaps a moustache, we could even do a drawn-on tattoo, it will look real enough to the camera and will make you look completely different.'

I could see that I wasn't going to get anywhere with her and especially when she began to rub slyly at my groin, my cock reacting to her touch as it thickened and stretched the material at the front of my pants.

Christmas day wasn't too bad, Boxing Day, not too good, the thought of what we were shortly about to do, causing me anxiety. Although I had continued to point out flaws in their idea, I think the excitement of it was getting the better of them. Yes, I could have simply refused, but what would be the consequence of that, no sex from either of them?

When the big day arrived, I was a bag of nerves, this wasn't going to happen I pointed out, at the moment, the very thought of it was the biggest turn off ever, my flaccid cock refusing to show the slightest interest in either of the two women.

Dorothy had arrived early, showing me the new camera, she had purchased.

'I can stream live with this, so I can move around the room and capture you both at different angles and get down to the "nitty-gritty", the punters will love it.'

She spent an hour upstairs checking everything before returning with a bag full of bits and pieces. Two hours later, my hair colour had changed, I had the start of a moustache and a few days growth of stubble as well as a tattoo on one arm. Looking in the mirror, I still saw me, in my eyes, I didn't look any different despite Dorothy and mum trying to convince me that I wouldn't be recognised.

As evening approached, she and mum had a couple of glasses of wine, just to get them in the mood they said, forcing a bottle of beer on me which I didn't want, presently feeling sick to my stomach.

'Here, pop this down,' Dorothy said, handing me a little blue pill. 'It will help settle your nerves.'

An hour later and upstairs ready to begin, nerves were the last thing on my mind, the boner in my pants insistent on being set free and pointed in the direction of the nearest vacant pussy, 'Jesus, I wanted to fuck!'

As they signed in and watched viewers start to leave comments, I couldn't keep my hands to myself. While they welcomed people and waved, my hand had snuck beneath my mother's top as I prised one of her tit's from its cup and began fondling it, her nipple growing instantly as I rolled it between finger and thumb. From there it went beneath her skirt as I began rubbing at her cunt, my mother already showing signs of arousal.

Dorothy didn't escape, the idea originally, being that she controlled the computer and the camera, but my other hand had already found her groin and then her panties, slipping beneath the gusset as I gently ran a finger along her slit.

Knelt on all fours on the bed and peering at the camera, she was trying to speak to those watching, her words continually interrupted as I fingered her.

She scrambled out of my reach, leaving my mother as the only target as I pulled her down onto the bed, my mouth clamping against hers as we kissed and I roughly pushed her top and bra out of the way, exposing both her tits. I felt rather than saw Dorothy circling us, too engrossed now as I abused my mum's breasts, squeezing them tightly and making the sagging flesh bulge, her erect nipples standing proud.

'They want you to undress,' Dorothy whispered at me.

The viewers were paying, and so I jumped from the bed, parading myself as I disrobed, proudly displaying my jutting cock as I got rid of my pants and it sprang free.

'In her mouth' Dorothy said, her voice starting to sound excited and husky.

Grabbing a handful of my mother's hair, I forced her mouth open, sliding my cock between her luscious lips and feeling the warmth inside as her tongue ran over and under my bulbous knob. She gagged several times as it was forced to the back of her throat, my hips rocking back and forth as I face-fucked her, it felt good, but what I really wanted was fanny.

Mum wanted to undress slowly, but presently, my need was so great that I nearly ripped the clothes from her, pushing her down onto the bed once she was naked and opening her legs wide. Dorothy zoomed into her cunt, gaping and wet, my knob pressing against her pink interior as I pushed it inside her. And then I was off, with my arousal at fever pitch, I just shagged her fast and hard, mum bucking beneath me as I meted out a fucking like never before.

'In her arse, they want to see it up her arse!' Dorothy wasn't whispering anymore, having to speak up to attract my attention as my world was now consumed by what I was doing to my mother. Sliding it from her, I had her up on all fours, spreading her buttocks wide so that my girlfriend could get a good shot of her puckered entrance before I rammed my shining slippery cock up her back passage.

I heard her scream as its full length penetrated her arse, fucking it just as brutally as I had done her cunt, my groin slapping against her buttocks with each insertion. While I was still to attain my goal, mum had already reached hers, the hand between her legs rubbing frantically at her cunt as I sodomised her until she screamed again, this time with pleasure as she climaxed, juices flowing freely from her, and all captured in glorious HD.

When my mother slumped onto her front, my eyes alighted on Dorothy, even though I knew she wasn't supposed to be part of the show, nonetheless, I decided that I was going to fuck her, the punters deserved their money's worth.

Snatching the camera from her hands, I ordered her to undress, training the lens on her as she got out of her clothes. My mother turned over to watch as I pressed the camera into her hands and pulled my girlfriend onto the bed.

'Do the best you can,' I instructed, already jamming my cock-up Dorothy's cunt.

Similar to my mother, I rode her hard and fast, my pent-up arousal soon bringing about her climax as I whipped my cock out and continued to wank furiously until I exploded, huge spurts of cum landing on her tits and belly as I roared at my release.

Although I felt more relaxed now, as though a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, I didn't feel satisfied, my cock continuing to stand erect. Whilst normally it would be flaccid, it was showing no signs of diminishing, in fact, it was urging me to go again as I wondered what that tiny pill was that Dorothy had given me.

Returning the camera to my girlfriend, I lay back and allowed my mother to mount me, Dorothy getting in close again as the camera captured the moment it impaled her cunt and mum grunted loudly. I watched as she bounced up and down on my cock, marvelling at her tits and belly as they bounced and wobbled with her motion. She had been sat upright so that Dotty could capture her rising excitement, but now leant forward on outstretched arms as she began to tire.

Grabbing her buttocks, I raised her high enough so that I could smash my cock into her pussy, feeling like I had an endless supply of energy as my shaft plundered her cunt. My mother was past caring, her climax was imminent, and she called out as juices burst from her, drenching my cock and groin.

'In her mouth and face,' Dorothy muttered as I rolled mum off me, knelt beside her head, and tossed myself off, my mum's mouth open wide as she panted. It went with an explosion again, as though a cork had been inserted into the end of my cock and then suddenly removed, cum spurting from its tip which splashed across her face and into her open mouth until I could shoot no more, my bollocks now completely empty.

Later that night after Dorothy had showered and left for the evening, I lounged in the bath after having washed the colouring out of my hair and peeled the gunk off my face. As intense as the sex had been, I wasn't inclined to repeat it again. Yes, we had made lots of money, a considerable amount actually, it was just that I did not consider the risk acceptable for whatever reward we achieved.

I thoroughly enjoyed fucking my mother and was not yet ready for it to come to an end, but I had a premonition that more performances like that were only going to invite trouble.

Later when I joined my mother in her bed, I explained my decision, surprised when she appeared to agree.

'It was fun when you were a mystery man, anonymous to the viewers. It feels like we have stepped over a line and the thing that kept them coming back has now been exposed. Anyway, with what we have found together, I'm not inclined to allow other people to be part of that, I want you to myself.'

It was a couple of days before I got around to telling Dorothy. She was disappointed of course, but as I explained, I was content for her to carry on performing either alone or with mum. I even consented to occasionally perform with her but made it clear that I would no longer have sex with my mother, at least not in front of a camera.

For what was left of that year, my life returned to something resembling normality, the three of us went out on New Year's eve and had a great time.

Mum continued to perform, as did Dorothy, I think in mum's case, she had got a taste for it, it made her feel sexy and special, surprised that men of all ages would pay to watch her undress and then play with herself, in a way I suppose, it was like prostitution without the inherent risks.

Dorothy continued to be a regular visitor and I looked forward to the special times when after watching them perform together, I was invited to partake of their sexuality as a threesome. It was the only time I did watch them, stood in the room as they had sex for their customers. When they performed solo, I left them to it, having lost interest in watching on my laptop. 'Why bother?' I had thought, when later that evening I could have one or the other of them all to myself.

I had returned to college; mum was back at work each day and the episode over Christmas was slowly receding from my mind. Despite my fear, there had been no repercussions and so as far as I was concerned, we had thankfully got away with it.

As weeks passed, so did the episode from my memory, January became February, mum and I feeling as though we were in a full-time relationship. I was now sleeping with her every night, my mother getting far more sex than my girlfriend did, although Dorothy never seemed to complain, still finding what we did, exciting.

I suppose it was around the middle of February, we had just finished our evening meal and mum was clearing the pots away when I heard the doorbell ring. Imagining that it would be Dorothy and wondering why she was early, I opened the door with a grin that swiftly faded.

Two policemen were standing on the doorstep, my heart suddenly beating faster.

'Are you Robert Mason?'

I nodded my head dumbly.

'Does Angela Mason live here?'

'Yes, she is my mother.' My thoughts had suddenly turned to my father, had something happened to him, was that why they were here.

'Is she here as well,' I nodded my head again, 'Yeah, she's just clearing the tea things away.'

'Can we come in sir? We need to speak to you both.'

Showing them through to the lounge, I went and got mum from the kitchen and told her in a whisper that there were two policemen in the front room.

With us both seated, the one doing all the speaking continued.

'Is it correct Mrs Mason that you currently perform as a "Web Model" called "Mature-Angel" on the following websites?'

The ones he quoted were the sites mum broadcasted on and I watched as she nodded her head.

'We have received a complaint that on Tuesday the 28th of December you took part in a broadcast where you performed a sexual act with your son, Robert Mason, contrary to the "Sexual Offences Act 1967", in that you and he took part in penetrative incestuous sex.'

I was ready to spill my guts straight away, but before I could say anything my mother got in first.

'Yes, I performed that evening, and with a man. There is no law against that is there? And it definitely wasn't my son.'

They looked at me as I tried to appear surprised.

As it turned out, they had no concrete proof as yet, the footage from that evening was being reviewed and after they had cautioned us, they left us alone.

I found we were both shaking, we still were when Dorothy arrived thirty minutes later, and we recounted what had just happened.

It was the sole topic of conversation that evening, part of it being my fault, Dorothy was supposed to man the camera and check the computer, ensuring that those trying to view were people who would not know us from Adam. But I had got carried away, dragging her in to perform which left no one checking who was watching us.

'They couldn't record us through the site,' Dorothy said, 'I turned that option off.'

There were other ways to capture video and screenshots I pointed out, all of us wondering who had reported us.

For good or bad, we came up with a story, but it would all depend on whether the footage that the police had was of a good enough quality to recognise clearly who we were and whether the changes to my appearance had been sufficient to disguise my features.

One of the policemen paid us a visit about a week later.

'We have reviewed the evidence and believe there are grounds to proceed. Everything will be sent to the prosecution service, and it will be their decision. If it's another fella as you say, I'd advise him to come forward and speak to us so that we can get this cleared up.'

It was a tense time for me and mum, not so much Dotty, whilst she had been involved, at the end of the day it was my mother and I that had broken the law by having sex with each other.

Over a month had passed when one of the policemen returned.

'They have decided that there isn't enough evidence to prosecute, the footage we were sent was not of good enough quality to definitely identify all participants, so there will be no further action. I suggest in future that you keep it to yourselves and don't be putting it online.'

There was a combined sigh of relief after he had left, we had got away with it.

After that close call, I never went in front of the camera again, it could have all turned out so horribly wrong. My mother had been and seen a solicitor and although she had stuck to her story, he did warn her that if the police went ahead and we were found guilty, we could face up to two years in prison.

Dorothy continued for a short while, but even she finally gave it up, the fun had been taken out of her endeavour and we returned to being a normal boyfriend and girlfriend. Mum continues to this day, I'm sure she is addicted to it and while the extra money is welcome, that is not her main consideration.

Of course, I'm still sleeping with her, but now it is only in our house and behind locked doors, that close call has taught me a lesson.

I don't blame Dorothy and I don't blame my mum. As far as I'm concerned, it was my father's fault. If he hadn't had walked out on us, none of this would have happened.





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