Something Special

"Prudence, you move your hand up his thigh until it's close to his cock, but don't touch it yet. Bret, you put your hand on Prudence's breast and you feel its fullness through the cloth. Now do that; roll."

Once more they followed instructions but they were starting to become immersed in the scene.

Bret began to get an erection, and as his hand touched her breast Prudence's vagina started to lubricate and her nipples hardened. In the past when she had worked with other male models she often had to use an artificial lubricant to make their union easy and painless.

"Cut," Aimee cried out.

"Fine...fine...it gets more and more like the real thing."

"When you feel Bret's hand on your breast you know it's going to be okay, Prudence. You kiss him again, and this time with plenty of tonguing, and you Bret, start to unbutton her blouse. Roll."

Bret's hand was still on Prudence's breast and already his penis had reached its full magnificence and was starting to throb urgently. The kiss Prudence gave him became frantic and by the time they broke Bret had managed to unbutton Prudence's blouse.

"I always knew you had beautiful breasts," he murmured.

"Wonderful...wonderful," Aimee crowed. "Now Bret, you bend over her breasts and take one of her nipples into your mouth and suck it."

"Prudence, you're really sure now and you pull down his zip and take out his penis. Roll."

Bret sucked and Prudence pulled down his zip and taking hold of his penis drew it out and then cried out, "My God, I didn't know you were so big; oh my darling." She followed this by removing her nipple from Bret's mouth and bent over to lick the head of his penis. Bret responded with a loud groan.

"Cut," Aimee yelped. "Wonderful touch Prudence, 'I didn't know you were so big; lovely.'" She chuckled and said, "I thought you'd get a surprise when you saw the size of his cock; not too big four you, is it?"

Prudence nearly gave things away when she started to say, "I didn't know he was so big; I haven't seen it since he was...I...er...yes, I think I can take all of him."

"Great Prudence, I can take all of him myself."

And Bret, that groan when she licked your cock sounded like the real thing."

"Now, you slip your hand slowly up her skirt and start to feel her cunt. It's wet and ready for you; you love her...you worship her, and you want to show your devotion, so you kneel in front of her, push up her skirt and take off her panties. Then you lean forward and start by kissing her cunt, but you want to taste and smell her properly, so you...well you know what to do. Roll."

Bret followed the instructions again, but it was as his tongue entered Prudence's vagina that things threatened to get out of hand. He'd had to lick girls like this before, but somehow with his mother it was different; she smelt and tasted good, and his tongue caressing became increasingly avid as Prudence started to cry out, "Lovely darling...lovely...oh my God, I'm going to come."

The camera that was very close he hardly noticed he was so engrossed in licking Prudence.

Suddenly Prudence started wail and her whole body seemed to convulse and vibrate. Bret had to wrap his arms round her thighs to stay in contact, and as her juices began to flow his lower face became saturated.

Gradually Prudence subsided and Aimee cried out, "Cut, wow, that was terrific; it really does look like the real thing. Now Bret, you're so horny by now that you...my God your face is wet...you get on top of her and fuck her like there's no tomorrow."

"Prudence, I know you've always insisted the boys wear condoms, but you won't mind if Bret doesn't wear one, will you...you are safe aren't you?"

Poor Prudence, she as so overwrought she scarcely knew what she said, "Yes Aimee, but..."

"He's clean," Aimee chuckled, "I use him myself sometimes. The point is, that the punters can always see the condom in the close ups and that's okay most times, but they like to think the son might get his mum pregnant. So let's go; now make it really wild Bret. Roll.

Prudence lay back on the divan and opened her legs wide and Bret lay between them. She guided his penis into her vagina, and as he felt the first warm wet touch Bret gave a long drawn out groan.

"Does it feel good?" Prudence asked, her voice quavering with passion.

"Oh God yes," Bret replied, his own voice unsteady, "It's beautiful with you mum...wonderful."

Bret, himself teetering on the edge of coming plunged into her and Prudence, in a strangled voice cried out, "I'm coming again darling...I'm coming...now darling...now...in me...I want to feel it in me..."

For a few seconds they were lost in the sweet fury of mutual orgasm as Bret slammed his rich young his seed into her.

There now followed that post coital lassitude as they continued embracing, Bret's penis still in her vagina.

"Cut," yelled Aimee, "Fantastic, you really got into it and...hey, break it up you two, I've got another video to make after this and I haven't got all night."

Bret reluctantly withdrew his penis from Prudence and Aimee complained, "For God's sake Prudence, you're getting all his juice on the divan, here use these."

She produced a bunch of tissues and Prudence held them against the opening of her vagina.

"You'd better go off and have a shower and I'll see you in the office. Muriel, we've got a multiple rape scene next and well use the bedroom, go and get it set up will you?"

Turning again to Prudence and Bret she said, "I'll let you see a playback before you leave.

Muriel headed for the bedroom, Bret and Prudence to the showers.

* * * * * * * *

They didn't shower together because the reality of what had happened between them had, to say the least, caused them discomfiture, and the fact that they had enjoyed it didn't make it any easier.

Their showers finished they dressed they went to the office. On their way they passed a laughing group consisting of one middle aged buxom female and half a dozen young men making their way to the bedroom.

Aimee sat waiting for them and as she signaled them to sit she said, "Well, you two do seem to have it together, you made it look like the real thing. Do you think you could work together again?"

Prudence and Bret looked at each other and then Prudence said, "Yes Aimee," and Bret followed with his agreement.

"What I've got in mind is a series," Aimee said thoughtfully. "I usually change partners around, but I want to take a chance that the punters would like to see the development of a real love affair between a mother and son; you know, devoted mother services her besotted son, that sort of thing, okay?"

Another glance between Prudence and Bret and Prudence said, "Okay Aimee."

"Wonderful; if it works out I'll put you on a higher rate, here's your money. Now have a look at the playback."

She had set up a video screen and the film started to roll. For Prudence and Bret it proved to be a disappointment. The scenes as usual lacked continuity, and the sound was indistinct, but since Aimee seemed delighted, and as she was paying, they made no criticism.

Prudence and Bret left together, Prudence saying in Aimee's hearing, "I'll give you a lift if you like, Bret."

As they approached the car Bret said, "You nearly gave it away then."

"What?"

"About giving me a lift, how would you know I hadn't got a car if we hadn't met before?"

"Second sight," Prudence said grimly. "When we get home I think a long talk is in order."

"Yes mum," Bret replied apprehensively.

* * * * * * * *

Home and Prudence led Bret into the lounge and ordered him to sit.

Without preamble she began, "How long have you been working for Aimee?"

"About two months," Bret mumbled.

"What, I didn't hear you."

"About two months," Bret said loudly.

"There's no need to shout I'm not deaf."

"Sorry."

"Why...how could you, it's like...like..."

"How long have you worked there?" Bret said defiantly.

"That's different," Prudence said a little less aggressively.

"How is it different, and since you asked me..."

"All right, about two years..."

"Two years!" Bret exclaimed.

"I did it for us," Prudence protested.

"For us! You let those men...you let them..."

"Fuck me, yes, and don't forget you fucked me this evening and you've agreed you'll do it again."

"And so have you."

"Yes, well, as I said it's different."

"I don't see how."

Prudence calmed down and said in a reasonable tone of voice, "Look Bret, your father left us with little money and a lot of debt. I tried to make a living cleaning and waitressing, but the pay was so bad, and I had you to keep and educate, it wasn't easy, and as you know, Aimee pays good money."

"But you of all people mother, how did you get into it."

Prudence smiled and said, "No names, but one of the women at the church used to work for Aimee; she did it for some extra spending money and knowing what a financial struggle I was having she suggested I give working for Aimee a try. I mean, it's not exactly prostitution and..."

"Isn't it?"

"And if it is, what does it make you Bret?"

"Touché," Bret said, looking a bit shamefaced, and then added, "I've never seen anyone from the church working there."

"No, she got pregnant and..."

"You mean one of the guys..."

"No, no, she always insisted they wore a condom, it was with her husband."

"And he didn't mind that she..."

"He didn't know; she always said she was going to the Women's Church Auxiliary when she worked for Aimee. And you wouldn't have known about me, or I you, if it hadn't been for this evening. How did you get started?"

"Much the same way as you, a friend introduced me, and like you I knew we needed the money, and the jobs I was doing didn't pay much so..."

"And if I heard correctly, you're Aimee's toy boy."

"Well she does ask me to fuck her occasionally, she says it's because my penis is..."

"So big; yes, I rather thought that was the case."

"Look mum, it's not so bad. I mean, it's not as if I'm robbing someone or murdering them. If I told you I was fucking half a dozen girls around the university would you be so shocked?"

"And if I told you I was being fucked by half a dozen men at the church, would you be so shocked?"

"I see your point," Bret admitted.

"So what are we going to do about the arrangement we've made with Aimee?"

"You mean that we've agreed to go ahead and have sex with each other again?"

"Yes."

Bret looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "Mum, I don't know how it was for you, but for me it was real."

This evening?"

"Yes."

"And you don't know how it was for me?"

"Well I..."

"It was very real for me and I could feel it was for you."

"Is that awful mum?"

"I think it's beautiful. You must know I've often thought that I'd like to make love with you, but..."

"That's odd; I've often thought that about you."

"Have you...really?"

"Yes, really."

Prudence paused for a moment and then said, "There was just one thing that spoiled it."

"What?"

"The lack of continuity, I mean, we did it in bits and pieces with Aimee constantly interrupting with her directions and Muriel waving her camera at us."

"Yes; do you suppose we could do it here, on our own?"

Prudence seemed to become solemn as she said, "Darling, there's something you ought to know."

"What?"

"You remember when Aimee asked if I was safe and I said yes?"

"Yes."

"I'm not really."

"Really what?"

"Safe."

"What! You mean I could have made you pregnant?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Then why did you tell Aimee you were safe?"

"Because...because...I know this is going to sound idiotic, but I wanted to feel you in me properly, to have your sperm in me."

"Hell," Bret muttered, "if you get pregnant Aimee won't want to use you any more."

"Is that all it mean to you?"

"Well what else?"

"Couldn't you enjoy knowing you've made your mother pregnant?"

"Well I..."

"Whether you do or not, you may have to get used to it. So are we going to go ahead and have sex with each other?"

"You mean now?"

"Well that too, but I really meant doing it for Aimee."

"Bret looked confused. "I don't know, I mean, if you're going to have a baby and I'm the father I wouldn't like it if you..."

"Went on having sex with other men?"

"Yes."

"Well I don't want the father of my child having sex with other women."

"No, I suppose not."

"There's no 'suppose' about it Bret; I wouldn't like it, even a little bit. But then, I may not be pregnant, but I do have an idea."

"What?"

"It would mean taking a chance, but suppose we told Aimee that in future we'd only have sex with each other and not with any of the other models?"

"She might refuse to use us any more."

"That's the chance, but do you...do you...er...love me enough to take the chance?"

"If you let me come to bed with you tonight I'll show you how much I love you."

"In that case, we'd better get on with it," Prudence said enthusiastically.

* * * * * * * *

The proposition put to Aimee, she at first objected, but then relented saying; "We could be on a money maker. If we could somehow imply that here is a mother and son so in love with each other they could never even consider sex with anyone else...yes, the punters could love that. Yes...yes...let's run with it at least for a while."

She paused for a moment and then thoughtfully went on, "This wouldn't mean you'd stop having sex with me, Bret; I mean, that's private, off camera."

"Yes it would mean that," Prudence said emphatically, "I'm not letting my son have sex with any other woman."

"My God, you really are getting into the part, Prudence. Okay, I suppose I'll have to try and find someone else with one as big as his, business comes before pleasure."

From that time on Aimee ceased breaking up the love making into scenes; she just let Prudence and Bret go their own way. As she said, it looked like a real homemade sex video and she could really believe that they loved each other passionately.

The success of the new approach was almost immediately. The number of visits to Aimee's internet site increased dramatically, nearly all of them to view Prudence and Bret. In addition scores of new members signed up.

It all seemed to be going well: Prudence and Bret were immensely satisfied with each other; Aimee was making money, but then came crisis time; Prudence was pregnant.

Both she and Bret knew that Aimee would have to be told, and in any case it couldn't be hidden from her for long. This, they thought, was the end of their careers in erotic video making, and therefore the end of a nice little income.

Aimee was furious.

"I've got a nice little money spinner going and you foul it up. You told me you were safe and I...well I can't use you any more Prudence; you can stay Bret, the pregnancy won't show on you so...wait a minute...wait a minute...you're marvelous Prudence."

She kissed Prudence on the cheek and went on in wild-eyed enthusiasm, "A lot of the punters like to see pregnant women having sex, and just imagine it, a pregnant mother having sex with her son whose the father of the child; a real pregnancy, what pity you're not really mother and son. Still I suppose I can't have everything. Bret looked at Prudence and winked, and Prudence returned the wink.

They were still employed, and they continued to get their ten percent bonus; because, as Aimee put it, "You two are something special."