New! The Contest with Mom
Mother and son join an adult contest for money
[taboo erotica / 18+ / adults only]
This was originally going to be in the Illustrated section of Literotica with pictures attached from the lovely LauraWk, but as you may have noticed, nude pictures are taken down from Lit — from the forum to the illustrated section. That includes nude photos and illustrations.
Anyway, I was captivated by the idea of a mother wearing a pageant sash, the one women wear in beauty contests, that long strap across their chest. I liked the idea of a mother winning one for best pussy. But of course, there has to be a twist. There has to be some inner-conflict for a story to be hot. A proper woman doesn’t just do these things, especially not with a son.
“Pussy Contest with Mom”
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Dating a business partner can have wildly different outcomes -- sometimes marriage, sometimes disaster. Rebecca learned the hard way when her partner’s secret cocaine addiction and sexual perversions came crashing down. Now he’s in rehab, pulling his money out of their biotech startup and destroying ties with key investors.
Alone in the office, Rebecca fights tears after a call with the head of finance. In a few months they’ll have trouble making payroll, which comes at the worst possible moment as major companies are showing interest in them.
Maybe she could go back to begging investors for money, their gene therapy tech is cutting edge, but emotionally she’s exhausted. She stands and smooths her outfit. Designer heels, chic fashion, glossy makeup. She doesn’t flaunt her god-given curves on purpose, but she doesn’t hide them either.
When she’s ready, she puts on a brave face and grabs the box with her ex-boyfriend’s belongings. The employees smile at her -- the boss -- not knowing about the impending financial problems, a few guys think they’re slick and scope her breasts and ass.
At home she dumps the box on the floor where it’ll sit for a while. Most of it will be tossed in the trash, but important documents must be saved.
Rebecca unwinds in the bedroom as she hears Evan coming home and lingering in the downstairs area. She changes her clothes into something comfortable, lounge pants with a loose tshirt, always with a bra underneath to keep her breasts appropriate around her son. She walks barefoot down the stairs.
When she gets to the living room, she isn’t surprised that Evan is going through the box. He helps organize things related to the company. Evan is a business major, after all. What surprises her is that Evan suddenly shoves a stack of papers back inside the box and closes the lid.
“That bad?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m assuming you found some financial statement about how screwed we are.”
“You don’t know what’s inside the box?”
“Not exactly. I just grabbed Alessandro’s stuff and threw it inside. Why?”
Evan pauses for a moment. “Oh, you should look inside later.”
Sensing her son’s nervous tension raises a number of red flags. She walks over to the box, causing Evan to step back, and she kneels and sifts through everything.
Then she finds it. In the last year, Rebecca played an erotic game with her then-boyfriend, allowing him to take nude body shots of her. At home or the office. It made her sexually charged. She was apprehensive at first, but she trusted him.
Now she’s holding printed copies of those nude pictures, which she crumples with tight fists, then tosses back into the box.
“Oh god,” she says. Then under her breath, “Fucking asshole.”
“I’m assuming you didn’t know.”
“Not that part. God, why did I get involved with him?”
“Is that why it ended?”
She nods. “He’s basically a pervert. We shouldn’t be talking about this. But yeah, I could destroy his reputation with all the dirt I know.”
“I’m sorry it happened.”
“My fault for trusting him.”
“Can I help with the business? Maybe I can write pitches for new investors.”
She manages to smile. “You’ll be a great business man someday.”
“I’m serious. I want to help.”
“Let me worry about the business. You should focus on your education. And please, forget you ever saw those pictures.”
After taking the box to her room, she goes to the kitchen and makes pasta. Cooking is her comfort zone, the kitchen is where she unwinds, but it’s impossible knowing her nude body is seared into Evan’s mind.
There’s still sunlight as they eat dinner and she tries pretending like everything's okay. They both do that. Evan acts like he never saw those pics, for a while at least.
“Can I say something?” he asks.
She looks away and twirls the pasta with her fork.
“What?”
“Did you look through those pictures?”
“I’ll sift through the financial documents. Anything else goes in the trash.”
“You should look through the pictures.”
“Why?”
“Just look. Something to think about.”
“Tell me,” she says. "There's a lot on my mind."
He sharpens his approach. "Well, apparently Alessandro entered you into a contest."
"What!?"
"Hold on, wait, you should hear this. The contest is ongoing and you’re scoring high. There are serious cash prizes.”
She shakes her head. "I'm in a contest?"
"The cash prize is huge. Maybe you should consider…"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"I know it’s crazy, but I did some research. They're legit. And they're offering…”
"What kind of contest?"
"You know, hotwives. One for mothers. They're offering…"
"Please don't mention this again. I'll contact the website and have my pictures removed. That’s my problem. Forget it, okay?"
"Sorry for bringing it up."
When she goes to the bedroom after doing the dishes, the first thing she does is sift through the pictures in the box, looking for the website name. After finding it she goes straight to their site, a haven for hotwives and swingers, and she skims through a plethora of amateurs sharing their sexual adventures.
She also uses internet searches and AI chats to delve deeper. The backers behind the porn site are South Korean investors with serious money, and the ongoing contests are also legit. Sluttiest wife. Highest body count. Best tits. Best ass. Best pussy. Hot wives and hot moms.
Prizes range from tens of thousands, to a grand prize of $100,000 for a ‘hot mom,’ plus the potential for bonuses. And that’s what intrigues her. How could a porn site possibly award a ‘hot mom’ with that kind of prize money?
After doing more research, she puts it all together. Her ex-boyfriend had entered her into a contest for mothers to compete for best pussy. The catch is that the pictures must be taken by her actual son. It’s heavily implied that an ongoing incestuous relationship is required and must be verified.
Cash prize… $100,000 … plus sponsorships… stream of income…
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Saturday morning she’s having coffee while looking through the living room window. Rebecca is watching the neighbors across the street as they load their SUV for a family outing, a picnic from the looks of things, and the kids are loading two bikes in the back. The father helps secure everything. And the mother makes sure everyone is okay.
It makes Rebecca smile. Having that kind of normalcy must be nice.
“The rules are clear,” Evan says. “And honestly, you’re the favorite to win.”
“How do you know?”
“The comments. All that stuff Alessandro wrote on the forum got people excited.”
Rebecca sips her coffee, still looking through the window. “If we’re going to consider this, then we should talk like business people. Think of me as a partner.”
“Well, umm, he never identified you, but he wrote lots of accurate things. Like you running a startup, your background in bio tech, the long work hours. He added lots of mother/son stuff.”
“Be specific.”
Evan takes a deep gulp. “That you fuck your son at work and at home.”
Rebecca finishes her coffee then turns around and puts it on the table. She stands with her arms crossed looking at her son, examining his facial features and body language, noting to herself that Evan is a young man who wants a career in business, and should be treated as such.
“Does this make you uncomfortable?” she asks.
“Whatever helps your company.”
"Fine, here’s the plan. You create an account and take charge. I'll take new pictures to confirm we're real. Alessandro will be shut out while he’s in rehab."
"You know what kind of pictures we’ll need, right?"
"It's a pussy contest, so we'll proceed accordingly.”
Later that morning Rebecca sifts through her closet to find her best lingerie and undergarments. At her age, and with her figure, it's no longer a smooth fit, but the tightness gets the job done. She strips naked with the door closed and she looks at her reflection in the mirror. Light makeup and her hair is a mess, but this is about her body.
She wears the lingerie and takes pictures in front of the mirror, careful not to show anything in her bedroom that could reveal her identity. After building her confidence, she grabs a marker and notepad. She writes down the username of their pornsite account.
On another page she writes: Mom’s pussy is best!
And then: Mother & Son
Rebecca takes more pictures with the notes next to her body. Countless strangers are going to jerk off looking at her body parts and imagine her life as a working mother who commits incest. Pulling her panties aside to reveal a small patch of pubic hair, she holds the note which reads ‘Mom’s pussy is best!’ next to her crotch and takes more pictures in front of the mirror.
There are 48 pics total and she sits on the bed and deletes the bad ones. After trimming them down, she’s left with 9 pictures that she’s happy with, then she uploads the images to an email. The prize money and sponsorships could help save her company, her employees, her life’s work, but the cost feels unbearable. Participating in this twisted contest with Evan will forever change their relationship.
She writes in the email: For the contest. Write whatever caption/story you want to help us win. I appreciate your help.
In all her years of motherhood, she’s never faced this kind of excruciating torment before. Having to send nude photos to a family member is a different kind of shame. Sending it to your son… she wouldn’t wish that on her worst enemy.
Monday early morning Rebecca arrives at work before most employees. She closes her office door and lifts her skirt. She takes pictures of her panties while sitting on the couch. More pictures holding the note with the username next to her legs. For the main shot, she pulls her panties aside to get a few images of her pussy.
When it’s done, she fixes her clothes and looks at the pictures. Is her life’s work in biotech worth tainting the relationship with her son? The answer is yes and she sends them. It makes her cringe knowing that Evan is somewhere on his way to class with a phone that beeps. When will he check the message? When will he see the nude photos she sent?
For some reason that makes her horny. She hadn’t been able to enjoy her sexuality since the recent fallout in her life. Everything has been nonstop stress and financial planning with her team. She lifts her skirt again to make herself cum while the door is still closed. Two fingers go down to her pussy.
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A woman named Johanna is their stiffest competition. Johanna is allegedly a doctor at a well-regarded hospital. There are pictures of her in formal medical dress taking sexy shots in the exam room and different spaces in a hospital. No face is shown, nothing that could identify the hospital, but it seems she works there.
Even more salacious, Johanna performs full-body medical exams on a young man she claims is her biological son, with heavy emphasis on testicular exams to the point of orgasm, making a huge mess on her tits.
To reclaim the lead, Rebecca brings Evan to the company on a quiet weekend when the building is empty. In the conference room she hides anything which could identify the business. She adjusts the blinds and room lights so the interior looks different. She even moves some of the seats and supplies around.
She’s wearing a tight, professional skirt and blouse, but unbuttons her top enough to hint at her curves. Evan, dressed in a buttoned shirt and slacks, plays the part of a helpful son, matching the online narrative they’ve crafted.
With a notepad she writes different things with a black marker:
-- How I spend free time with my son in the office
-- Real enough for you?
-- What kind of mother does this at work? Me!
-- Mom’s always in charge
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. “It might not be worth it, you know?”
“You can go to business school for a century. It’ll never teach certain things, like competitive drive. Like taking a chance. Like having a dream.”
“Is your dream worth it?” he asks.
“Our research for gene therapy is some of the best in the world.”
They proceed with the plan. A phone is arranged on a tripod, carefully placed to avoid showing their faces. They stand beside each other and pretend to review a stack of documents. The phone is programmed to take pictures every few seconds.
She drops her office skirt to show her lacy panties, the kind she’d never wear to the office under normal circumstances. Evan hesitates to touch her, but manages, and he hesitates doing the hardest part, the thing they’d discussed at home.
Without revealing her shame, Rebecca reaches down and unzips Evan’s pants and fishes through the underwear. The tips of her fingers graze against a semi-erect penis, and when she pulls it out, it becomes fully engorged. She can hear him breathing harder. She tries not to look.
They take a series of shots: Rebecca going through papers with one hand, while holding her son’s penis with her other hand. Them pretending to work in that conference room. Her stroking the length of the shaft. And her holding different notes to the camera in between.
Next they take the most flagrant set of pictures.
She goes to her office to undress completely, even going barefoot, then she puts on a white lab coat. She holds the lab coat shut, even though her son has already become familiar with her nude pictures. Then she leads her son to the laboratory while still barefoot. Evan’s cock is tucked away while carrying the camera and tripod, but Rebecca knows he must still be hard. She can tell by the way her son is walking that he’s still erect.
They stay away from the cleanroom or anything that could jeopardize company research. But they get close enough to be around the desks and computers and microscopes. Enough to give the pictures a level of authenticity.
“We’ll do the last set here,” she says. “Don’t knock anything over.”
Rebecca removes any trace of company logos. She sits on the table near a computer and the camera is arranged to show incubators and a small refrigeration unit in the background. While her son arranges the tripod, she takes a deep breath before doing the unthinkable.
After a few shots of her closed lab coat, with her bare feet dangling off the table, she opens the coat to reveal her breasts and erect nipples. When she spreads her legs, her pussy shows.
“Bring the camera closer,” she says.
She could sense the nerves dripping off him. She could also see that the erection is back to full bulge, tucked away inside those pants, wanting to come out and be stroked again. Rebecca keeps her legs open while Evan takes different shots of her body, getting closer and closer to her pubic area, until finally the phone is right at her pussy.
“Find something you like?” she asks.
Evan blushes. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Do we have enough?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
When the camera is turned off, Rebecca closes her lab coat and there’s so much tension in her body that she crosses her bare feet and clenches. She watches her son going through the phone, looking at the pictures they made. Are making these pussy pictures worse than holding her son’s cock? She wonders. And when Evan finishes skimming the images, she’s handed the phone.
There’s something about holding Evan’s phone and seeing high-resolution images of herself that makes her spine tingle. That desk, that labcoat, bastardizing her life’s purpose for the sexual titillation of others. She still remembers taking Evan to the store a few years ago to buy that phone, one that costs a thousand dollars, the best model, and with all the latest features.
And those features include the ability to see every fold on her labia, every crinkle, the exact contours of her pussy, the detailed shape of her clitoris, which is erect in the pictures. Even the slight stubble of her shaved pubic hairs can be analyzed when zoomed in. And she’s certain her son will zoom later, same with people online.
Worse, she can see the glistening inside her entrance. The bright lights of a laboratory has made it possible for online strangers to become her ob/gyn. The main difference is, her real life ob/gyn can’t zoom and masturbate.
Handing the phone back to her son feels like a permanent betrayal of her ethics. The ethics of any sane mother, actually. Neither could look the other in the eye. But there’s a sense that they’ll be doing the same thing eventually, at some point, thinking about this moment while touching themselves.
xxx
Their plane ride to Los Angeles is the most unwelcomed trip of her life. She’s about to meet face-to-face with porn managers to confirm her identity. In order to keep their story consistent, Rebecca spent yesterday reading everything Evan had written online. He wrote passages of incestuous sex they’d have around the house, fucking in the living room, the kitchen, and often the shower before she left for work. But the office and laboratory were the main draw.
By mid-morning they arrive at the hotel which was booked for them. A high-priced couples suite and Evan agrees to sleep on the couch while Rebecca takes the bedroom. After settling in, she decides to deviate from the plan.
“Mind if I meet them alone?” she asks.
“Why?”
“It would be much less awkward. I hope you understand.”
He nods. “Yeah, I get how embarrassing that would be… for both of us…”
Rebecca changes into something semi-formal. Dress pants and a cream colored blouse with platform shoes. Then she goes up to the executive suite to claim the prize. She’s not nervous, it’s more that she’s resigned herself to this fate.
An hour later, Rebecca stands in the executive suite undressing in one of the bedrooms. The suite itself looks like a luxury apartment, but with black boxes for recording equipment scattered around. The sound of moaning echoes from the other bedroom. Because she came early, a porn shoot was ongoing, a young blonde woman with two guys, black and white. Something about a casting-type production.
Rebecca is down to her bra and panties when the South Korean businessmen return to the room. They’re tending to different projects during their Los Angeles visit. They’re the most harmless men she’s ever met, middle-aged with proper manners. A younger white man is with them holding the camera.
They get shots of her body, no face. It’s amazing what getting a check for $150,000 will do to your willingness to undress for a camera. She could sense them judging her, not in a bad way, but they think she's something else. It's one thing for people to know your darkest secrets, it's something else to be judged for explicit sexual acts you've never done in your life.
When she’s naked they tell her to wear heels and they give her a sash. She puts on silver heels and the sash reads, “World’s Best Pussy -- Mom Edition 2025”
The photographer suggests several photos, standing plain in different poses around the room, turning to show her ass, sitting on the bed with her legs curled. All while the sound of fucking and orgasms happens in the other room. Finally the main attraction. They ask Rebecca to sit on the bed and spread her legs. They take various shots of her pussy, from a distance, then move closer for near shots to capture every detail. She doesn’t look at them. She keeps her head turned away.
A business man speaks in Korean and the white photographer translates.
“Would you be interested in expanding this collaboration? Sponsorships, paywall content. This could be quite lucrative given your new popularity. I’m sure you understand numbers better than any of us.”
She does everything in her power to stop from clenching tight or running out of the room. That subtle innuendo, the comment about ‘understanding numbers,’ that’s proof that these men know who she is. They’ve researched her name as expected. Perhaps they’re rubbing it in, or perhaps they’re trying to respect her brain.
It’s a blur when Mr. Ji-hoon speaks, the leader of the group, and his words are being translated. Figures are being tossed around. Sponsorships from sex toys. Exclusive photos for paying members who are madly in love with her. They’ll manage her career as an adult content creator.
Her son is mentioned several times.
The translator says, “Are you interested in this proposal? We view these terms as being generous.”
“Can I have a moment to think?”
“We understand this is a big leap. But we’re already here, everything is arranged, and these men will return to Seoul in a few days.”
“Sure, let’s do it then.”
Naked and in desperate need of money, Rebecca forces a smile that convinces these men that she’s the real thing. At the very least she appreciates that they aren’t sleazy or pressuring her to do anything. They’ve given her a choice, a business offer, and she knew this was a possibility before coming here.
She grabs her phone and texts her son.
Rebecca: Come to the suite. Go along with it. I wont be angry with you, promise
About 10 minutes later, the people fucking in the other room have stopped and she can hear them talking after their production is done. She can hear the Korean men thanking them for their work. Rebecca lays frontside down on the edge of the bed when she hears Evan arrive and be escorted to the bedroom. She listens to the men talking to Evan, treating him with courtesy and respect, like he’s an actual business partner, which he is.
She notices Evan’s voice go quiet when entering the room. No doubt the young man is stunned seeing the sight of her pussy spread this way, her laying on the bed like this. She hears their conversation. Words like ‘our subscribers’ and ‘bonus content’... finally something that makes her spine shiver…. ‘to fuck your mother.’
There’s silence for a moment, followed by the sound of pants going down, which creates tension in the room. She tries not to think about her son’s cock or what will happen next, instead she tries focusing on her company instead, her life’s work. But isn’t Evan her true life’s work? Her legacy, her offspring. She could still end this and return the money to these people. It's a real possibility, one she considers, but not fast enough.
Rebecca’s ass is being rubbed in a nurturing way, as if Evan is secretly communicating with her, that this is more than just sex. That it means something. Or perhaps an apology of sorts. His way of saying, ‘Sorry about this,’ without actually saying the words.
At first her pussy is fingered and she’s already wet. She’s been wet for a while. She squeezes her eyes shut. Never in a million years did she expect Evan to have access to her pussy in this way (or any way). Her hands clench the blanket as the fingers go deeper. She tries imagining that it’s a random stranger but that’s impossible. The footsteps of the camera man moving around makes the moment that much more raw. She’s never had sexual relations in front of other people before and this will be shown to a paying audience.
Being fucked by Evan is a life changing experience because their relationship will never be the same. She’ll always look at him and know that his cock has been inside her for the entertainment of others. And he’ll always look at her thinking about the same thing. Pure lust is being introduced into their relationship.
Having held Evan’s cock before, she’s not surprised by his length. She can estimate the stretch and how deep it can go. Her body trembles as it enters her soaking vagina. What she’s curious about is how he’ll do it. Slow and sensual or going to town? Love making or fucking? She lays there and finds that both things can be true at once. Evan starts slow, out of fear of doing this to his own mother, then as he relaxes, he goes harder to release his pent up frustrations. The only thing Rebecca can do is lay on her stomach and take what’s being done to her. The bed rocking, her pussy being pounded, the camera recording different angles.
They knew this was a slight possibility beforehand but they never discussed what to do with Evan’s cum. Rebecca’s body trembles and she has an orgasm that leaks onto the bed while he’s thrusting away and the camera guy moves around to get the best shots of her body’s reaction and the curling of her toes. She prays her son does the right thing and at least pulls out and cums on her ass. That, she can live with, anything else would be hard to forgive.
Instead she hears the Korean businessmen speaking in their language, and through the camera guy, instructs Evan to go for the money shot. If she could telepathically communicate with her son, she’d advise against that. She prays her son has some level of respect left for their maternal relationship, but she raised Evan to be shrewd at business. To have a work ethic which makes him unstoppable. To do whatever it takes. And now something deviant is required of Evan for them to make more money.
Her pussy fills with cum and she relaxes and takes it. Listening to Evan groan. Feel his hands grab her waist and butt. Feel each thrust into her stretched cunt. Feel the flow of hot cum go deep inside her, then drip across her labia.
When it’s done Evan pulls away fast. This isn’t something meant for romance or tenderness. It’s business. At the very least Rebecca and Evan know they shouldn’t be kissing or showing affection over this, especially in front of men they’ve just met.
“Turn around. Can you give me a few angles of your award winning pussy?”
What stings the most is knowing her son is still in the room and will be watching this. Seeing the aftermath of a used pussy. Their emotional bond tender after having just fucked. Rebecca forces herself to smile, then she turns around on the bed and spreads her legs wide open. Showing everyone the cream pie.
She sees Evan naked from the waist down, a flaccid cock that’s covered in both of their cum. She sees the look of remorse on his face. But she also sees him breathing heavy after that intense sexual release. She has to ignore that.
Also in the room is that young blonde who’d just been shared in the other room by two guys. Now she’s wearing a thin, silk bathrobe, barefoot, and she’s leaning against the doorway, smiling at what she saw. A naughty smile, like she’s impressed. Like she knows what just happened. Sure this blonde had just gotten double-teamed by two men, but to her, that’s nothing compared to what Rebecca has done. Because nothing compares to a dignified professional woman who’s gotten inseminated by her son.
Rebecca has to look composed for these industry people, like she's also a pro, like she’s fucked Evan countless times already because that’s the epic story they sold. She keeps her legs open and lets the photographer take a bunch of shots of her award-winning pussy. The cum leaks out of her pussy onto the bedsheet. These people are captivated by what they see. Spellbound.
Giving them their money’s worth, Rebecca plays with her pussy, rubbing the warm cum up and down her labia, then around her clitoris. Coating her sex. These men are erect, especially Mr. Ji-hoon, the oldest of the bunch, who now appears to be erect in his pants and makes no attempt to hide the bulge. He’s mesmerized, proud of every dollar spent.
Rebecca puts the wet fingers in her mouth and licks them clean. Her face won’t be shown on camera, but if it’ll keep these men enticed, then money and sponsorships will keep coming. Possibly even increase. Evan’s cum has already flooded her pussy, so why not her mouth? Why not entertain her new sponsors?
“Would you allow Krystal to taste?” the translator asks. “Everyone is already here. We could take more amazing shots.”
She lays her head on the bed sheet. “Might as well.”
Her eyes focus on the ceiling as the blonde woman, Krystal, approaches without hesitation and gets between her legs. She’d never been sexual with a woman before. A fantasy, sure, but never an experience and the last time she was propositioned was back in college during a locker room shower. She’d also never had cum slurped out of her which feels so wrong. The irony for Rebecca is that her ex-boyfriend Alessandro had constantly asked for a threesome with her and another woman. She’d always shot that down. She never wanted to be shared or objectified in the bedroom.
Krystal approaches and gets on her knees. Rebecca relaxes and tries to enjoy.
The tongue slides inside and licks and sucks for every drop of cum. Rebecca clenches the bedsheet with both hands. She might cum again if Krystal keeps this going. Out of curiosity, she looks at the men, the Koreans still captivated, the photographer taking more pictures, but she’s curious about her son’s reaction. And there is Evan, standing to the side, jaw dropped watching mom’s pussy being eaten by another woman, cock still hanging. She sees that his penis, once flaccid a moment ago, is gradually becoming erect again. It’s at that moment she realizes that maybe it’s not all business for Evan, maybe it’s a lingering fantasy. Something he's thought of before this venture.
“You taste good,” Krystal says. “Well, both of you.”
Krystal giggles, her lips and chin glazed with a cum cocktail.
The elevator ride back to their hotel room is a quiet one. Neither wants to speak first. On one hand she’s holding a gift bag that has sex toys and a few checks inside, including bonuses and sponsorships, on the other hand she’s holding the sash with the words ‘World’s Best Pussy’ showing in front. She doesn’t bother to cover the sash, she’s mentally spent to the point where it doesn’t matter if anyone sees it.
In their hotel room she tosses everything onto the counter.
“Are you mad?” he asks.
“Like I mentioned in the text, I won’t be mad, no matter what.”
“Should we at least talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
Rebecca takes her son’s hand and pulls him to the bathroom. She washes her hands with soap first. After drying with a towel, she frees Evan’s cock. The smell is musty and in desperate need of cleaning. Their cum mixture on his penis is almost dried.
She gets on her knees.
“We’ll aim for two sets of pictures per week,” she says. “Same situation. Our home or the office during the weekend. We’ll need more pictures of my pussy. We’ll need more pics of your cum to justify the premium price. You can cum on my tits, maybe my stomach or butt, we’ll have to negotiate other places. I’m fine with cleaning you, it’s only fair.”
She uses the same small towel to wipe her son’s penis. The side effect of cleaning Evan this way, using the towel with both hands, is that it makes him hard again. Rebecca rubs the balls and shafts with her bare fingers and then takes the penis in her mouth. The taste of their bodily fluids lingers and it’s a flavor she’ll never forget. She sucks the cock for a few minutes until Evan ejaculates on her tongue and she swallows everything. A much smaller load than produced during their earlier porn shoot.
The cock is wet again. Her glistening saliva has replaced their cum mixture. She stares deeply at it. So this is what’s been inside her. This is the cock that fucked her and made her cum. This is what her son possesses. Most of all, this -- as much as her pussy -- is what’s going to generate revenue for them. Her pussy and Evan’s cock will make a serious online duo.
When she finishes, she stands and removes her blouse and pants, not in a sexy way, she needs to clean herself after all the fucking which happened in the executive suite. She helps her son get naked and they step into the shower together. Washing each other. Soaping each other’s body. Solidifying their relationship as business partners.
End