Skip to content A couple of months back, I had become really distracted, so distracted that I tried to stay out of the house as much as possible. The economy wasn’t doing great. I was twenty-three and could only find a part-time job at a warehouse.
My mother used to be a yoga instructor, but her studio had to close because it didn’t have enough clients. That was when things started to get difficult. Even at forty-two, she was stunning, the kind of woman who easily turned heads. She had long, golden-brown hair, smooth skin with a sun-kissed glow, and a body that looked sculpted for sexual fantasies. At five foot nine, she had an hourglass figure, firm curves, and the kind of hips that swayed naturally when she walked. Her breasts were full and round, still high and tempting, and she always wore a smile. No matter how dark life might seem, she’s always optimistic.
Considering her beauty and positivity, I couldn’t blame her for transitioning into adult work. She had the look, the attitude, and the drive for it. I was proud of her success, even if it came with some awkward moments. Hearing her in the middle of a scene or catching her in lingerie on her way to the kitchen wasn’t exactly something I got used to.
My younger sister, Kyla, had started following in her footsteps. She was twenty, playful, and just as breathtaking as Mom in her own way. She had the same smooth skin, bright hazel eyes, and the same figure. Kyla complained that making content wasn’t as easy as it looked, but Mom always reminded her that nothing good came without effort. She told her to treat it like a real job, not a shortcut to easy money.
Kyla mostly did it for fun, but I couldn’t ignore the way my body reacted whenever I heard them working. It was confusing and wrong, but those sounds, their moans of pleasure, lingered in my mind longer than I wanted to admit.
I sat back in my computer chair, trying to distract myself with some videos, but it was pointless. Mom’s voice carried through the walls, soft at first, then growing deeper and deeper like an earth-shattering orgasm. Every sound from her room worked its way under my skin, no matter how hard I tried to block it out.
I turned up the volume, switched tabs, anything to drown her out, but the moaning stayed in my head along with the scenes of her masturbating. My stomach twisted with guilt and frustration. I knew I shouldn’t feel that way. She was my mother. But my body didn’t care about right or wrong.
When it finally went quiet, I exhaled, trying to shake the tension off. I thought it was over.
Then came the knock, three light taps.
“Tyler? You in there?”
I froze. Her voice sounded calm, but there was a faint tremor to it, almost like she’d just run a marathon.
“Yeah,” I said, forcing my tone to sound normal. “What’s up?”
The door opened before I could say anything more. She stepped inside wearing red lingerie, her skin glowing under the hallway light, her cheeks flushed as if she’d recently climaxed, and her hair slightly tousled. Her makeup was perfect. Her lipstick was a deep crimson that perfectly matched her lingerie, making her full lips look even younger and sweeter. The mascara she wore made her lashes seem long, framing her eyes in a way that drew you in and wouldn’t let go. A hint of blush highlighted her already-flushed cheekbones, giving her that post-pleasure glow that was impossible to fake. The subtle shimmer on her eyelids caught the light when she blinked, making it hard not to stare. She was so perfect, looking like a woman straight out of a high-end fashion magazine.
“Hey, sweetheart,” she said, smiling like nothing was out of the ordinary. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m fine,” I said, spinning slightly in my chair to face her without looking too long. But it was difficult. The cleavage of her C-cup breasts was on full display as the lingerie top gave her boobs a generous lift.
“Still no luck with work?” she asked, resting her hand on the doorframe.
I shook my head. “Nope … still stuck at a part time job at the warehouse.”
She sighed, her expression softening. “I know it’s tough out there right now. You’ve been trying, and I see that. I just… wish things were easier for you.”
I nodded, unsure what to say.
Then she tilted her head slightly, studying me in that way she did when she had something in mind. “Would you like to do me a favor?”
“Sure,” I said. “What do you need?”
She glanced down at the floor for a second, then met my eyes. “I was wondering if you could film a facial for me.”
I blinked, confused. “A facial? Like… who’s going to do the facial?”
Her lips curved into a smile. “You.”
“Mom…”
“It’s not a big deal,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m running out of content, and the subscribers are asking for something new.”
My mind raced with conflicting thoughts. This crossed every line imaginable. But the truth was, I’d been fantasizing about her for weeks now, trying to fight it, trying to pretend those thoughts didn’t exist. The opportunity standing in front of me felt surreal.
She strode over and placed her hands on my shoulders, massaging me while making me come face to face with her boobs. She radiated heat that went straight to my groin. “Come on, what do you say? Don’t you want to give mommy some help?”
“Fine,” I finally said, the word barely audible.
She smiled and pulled me into a hug. I could feel her warm skin against mine, the soft press of her breasts against my chest and the heat from her crotch. “Thank you, sweetheart. Come on.”
She led me to her bedroom, which was spotless. The sheets were freshly made, the surfaces dusted, but there was an undeniable musky scent in the air, probably because she’d recently filmed herself masturbating. On the nightstand, I spotted several toys that looked recently used, still glistening with wetness.
“Here,” she said, handing me her camera. “Just hold it steady. Make sure you get good angles of my face, especially when you finish. That’s what they’re paying for.”
She explained a few basic filming techniques, then stepped back. “I have to be nude for this,” she said.
“Understood,” I said.
She slipped out of her lingerie. First, the bra, revealing her full breasts with their dark pink nipples standing as erect as my cock. Then the matching panties, sliding them down her long legs until she stood completely naked before me.
My body responded instantly. I couldn’t hide my boner even if I wanted to.
She looked incredible. The curves of her waist flowed into generous hips, her stomach flat with just the slightest softness that spoke of her age. Her thighs were toned but feminine, meeting at a neatly trimmed patch of light brown hair. Her skin glowed in the bedroom light, and when she turned slightly, I caught a glimpse of her perfectly rounded backside.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
She giggled. “Thank you … It means a lot to someone my age.”
She dropped to her knees in front of me, looking up. “When you’re about to come, just give me a wink. I want you on my face, not in my mouth.”
I nodded, barely able to speak. “I’m ready.”
She reached for my pants, unbuckling my belt and pulling them down along with my boxers. My erection sprang free, nearly hitting her face. She didn’t flinch, just smiled appreciatively.
I couldn’t believe it was happening, but I was hard as a rock as she aimed the slit at her face. She stroked me a couple of times, smiling at my erection. “Gosh, you’re hard,” she said happily. Licking her lips, she opened wide and swallowed the tip, sucking on it lightly.
She didn’t just go through the motions. Her eyes rolled back with pleasure as she took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my size. Once I was fully entrenched in her mouth, her throat squeezing the head, I twitched hard. She had one inch left to go and gagged as she pushed it down till her lips pressed against my pelvis. She looked up to me while gagging, and my cock bulged against her throat.
“Jeez, Mom.”
She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us before she spit directly onto my shaft, using her hand to spread the wetness.
“God, you taste good,” she moaned, licking from base to tip like I was her favorite ice cream cone. Her tongue swirled around the head before she dove back down, taking me so deep I felt the back of her throat again. She gagged slightly but didn’t stop, her eyes watering as she looked up at me.
I almost forgot to film. The camera shook in my hand as she worked me like a pro, alternating between deep, hungry sucks and quick, teasing licks. Her hand pumped what wouldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting slightly in a way that made my toes curl.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my free hand instinctively moving to the back of her head. She moaned approvingly, the vibration sending shivers through me.
She pulled off with a wet pop. “You like how mommy sucks your cock?” She didn’t wait for an answer, spitting again and diving back down, her pace increasing.
The camera captured every moment: her hollowed cheeks, the look of pure enjoyment on her face, and the wet sounds filling the room. This wasn’t an act for subscribers. She was genuinely into it, her thighs pressing together as she pleasured me.
Her saliva kept dripping down to her tits, and from my view, they looked incredibly delicious with a natural cleavage. They jiggled when she rapidly bobbed her head, and I leaned down to give them a squeeze, making her smile around my cock.
She slid me over her tongue before her lips closed tightly around the shaft, sucking in the rest with obscene slobbering sounds.
I started thrusting my hips, the sweet friction getting addictive. She pulled her head back and came off with a pop, leaving my cock drenched with spit as if I’d blown a load in her mouth. “Are you about to come?” she asked.
“You can suck it a bit more,” I told her.
She smiled, eyes dancing with mischief. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She took me in her mouth again. She sucked a bit slower, focusing on the sensitive underside of the head. I struggled to keep the camera steady. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the room as her head bobbed eagerly.
“The camera,” she reminded me between strokes, never breaking her rhythm.
I adjusted my grip, trying to focus on getting good angles while my entire body tensed with building pleasure. She looked up at me through her lashes, making sure I captured her eyes. They were dark with lust, not the performed kind I’d expected, but something genuine that made my stomach tighten.
My breathing grew ragged. “Mom, I’m getting close.”
She hummed in acknowledgment since I was deep in her mouth, the vibration nearly pushing me over the edge. Then she pulled back, continuing to stroke with her hand. “Where do you want it, baby? All over mommy’s face?”
I nodded, unable to form words. My legs trembled as the pressure built.
“Come on,” she said, her voice husky. “Give it to me.”
I gave her the signal, and she closed her eyes, tilting her face upward. Her hand worked faster, twisting slightly on the upstroke. When I finally erupted, the first shot landed across her cheek, the second on her parted lips.
My entire body shuddered as I emptied myself onto her beautiful face, each pulse sending another thick stream across her features until her cheeks, nose, and forehead were covered in glistening white cream.
“Fuck, that’s a lot,” I said, struggling to keep the camera steady as I captured her completely glazed face.
Mom giggled, the sound innocent compared to the obscene sight of her covered in my cum. She ran her tongue slowly around her lips, collecting what had landed there.
“Mmm,” she hummed, looking directly into the camera. “So much better than I expected.” She winked playfully, using her finger to scoop some from her cheek and sucking it clean.
I lowered the camera after a few more seconds of filming her licking and playing with the mess on her face. My heart was still hammering in my chest, reality slowly creeping back in as the fog of arousal lifted.
“That was perfect,” she said, reaching for a towel on her nightstand. “The subscribers are going to go crazy for this one.”
I handed her the camera, suddenly unsure where to look or what to say. She wiped her face, seemingly unfazed by what we’d just done.
“Thanks for helping me out,” she said casually, as if I’d just assisted her with hanging a picture rather than covering her face in cum. “I know it was probably a bit awkward for you, but you did well.”
“I’m glad,” I told her.
“I’m also glad I can count on you,” she said, her smile genuine. “Not many sons would help their mothers like this.”
“Anytime,” I said.
She rose to her feet and kissed me on the lips, leaving a damp patch of her skin behind.
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