Mom's Home Movies

Ben went to the bathroom and greased-up his cock with Vaseline. He wanted to look good, so he brushed his short, auburn hair and used some gel to make it look just right.

Ben set the camera to record from behind and entered the scene from the side totally naked. He sat with his long, tanned legs spread wide apart. His cock was about half erect, so he tugged on it to get it to its full length and width, which was straight, long, and quite thick.

He looked directly into the camera and began stroking his now engorged cock. He was thinking about how many people would watch his video, and how much money it would make. He was getting off on the fantasy that other people would be watching him masturbate. After a few minutes of stroking himself in front of the camera, he was about ready to cum.

Ben slid onto the floor on his knees, hovering above the towel he intended to splatter with his load. He wanted to put on a good show and shoot a lot of cum. He was thinking that he'd need to orgasm slowly for the camera.

His breathing became faster, his strokes were more rapid and slightly shorter...he grabbed the base of his dick near his scrotum and squeezed firmly while pumping the top half of his cock. His dick head grew a darker shade of red. Precum began flowing freely, then he felt cum rocket through his shaft. This was it. He felt a huge load pulse out of his tight ball sack and aimed his cock slightly up for the greatest trajectory.

"Fuuuuuh-"

Just then, his door flew open, "Ben, I made some lunch, come and...oh my God, Ben!"

His mother had come barging in, and their eyes met as she dropped the basket of dirty clothes she was carrying.

Ben crouched there, frozen. Tiffany's eyes were wide in surprise as she stood staring at him just to the right of the camera.

"Ben! Jesus! Put that away right now!" Tiffany stood about ten feet in front of her son with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a short, red skirt that rose up about four inches above her knees, with matching, open-toed heels, red toe nail polish and a white T-shirt that accentuated her fantastic tits. She looked insanely hot...just what Ben needed at that very moment.

His mouth dropped open and he pumped his cock, staring at his mom.

"Oooohhh fuuuuckkk MOMMM!"

Ben's cock erupted, spraying a thick stream across the towel and onto the carpet, landing just short of his mother's open-toed heels. Tiffany gasped in response, covering her mouth and watching in horror.

Ben stared right back, deliberately stroking his jetting cock. He grunted and fired a second pale burst.

"You stop that right now, young man," Tiffany put a hand on her hip and scolded her son, shaking her index finger at him.

"...Ffffuuuuuuck..." was Ben's only response as he went right on pumping his cock through his orgasm. Ben's mom coming into the room had an interesting effect on him. The fact that he was jacking off, and that she saw his big dick, really turned him on. He didn't pull back and cover up, like he would have done if this had happened a year ago. Instead, he kept boldly stroking his cock in front of her, looking at her up and down as if she was the sole object of his attention.

Tiffany stood right in front of her son and watched as he didn't even attempt to hide his giant penis from her. He seemed to be jacking off while intentionally looking at her body. Her eyes went straight for his crotch and her pussy tingled instinctively as she saw it.

Finally, after blowing his tremendous load openly for his mother, Ben fell back against the love seat, totally spent; his cock still leaking and throbbing in his grip.

"Darn it, Ben! How could you masturbate in front of me like that! What's wrong with you?" Tiffany stood with both hands on her hips, surveying the scene below her. As her eyes travelled up the soiled towel, she couldn't help but marvel at the volume of sperm her son had released.

'Were Larry's loads that big?' She couldn't remember.

Her eyes moved to her son. He lay there panting in a post-orgasmic bliss. His dick was still in hand, but didn't look to have lost much stiffness. Come to think of it, he had a nice-sized penis. It may even be the biggest she'd seen if she took a good look at it.

"I... I..." Ben was stammering, his eyes half-closed.

"Look at this mess. I suppose I'm going to have to clean this up, right?!"

Tiffany turned and stormed out of his room, not wanting to see any more of her son in that state. Ben sat back in his original position and caught his breath. Then he got up and shut the camera off.

'There will be hell to pay for that.' He warned himself as he slipped into his shorts. He left the towel on the floor for his mother to clean up.

Tiffany was sitting in the living area that was just off of the kitchen downstairs. She was angry. It was a disturbing scene to witness her son's penis so big, hard, and ejaculating as it was. It reminded her of Larry's, only considerably larger. It also reminded her of how little attention she had been getting from her husband, and how long it had been since he had shown any interest in her at all. She knew about Jamie, his new, young girlfriend, but wasn't about to divorce him over his cheating and give up her lavish lifestyle, so she suffered through his infidelities.

Thinking about how her marriage once was, she was reminded how she loved it when Larry paid her compliments. There was a time when he couldn't stand to be away from her for more than a day at a time. There was also a period in their relationship where he would, every so often, stay home and make love to her for the entire day. They would take breaks and lay out naked by the pool, then have sex again. She missed that terribly. Tiffany felt as though she was in her prime and she wanted to be the hot wife again. Catching her son masturbating reminded her of how boring her life had become, and how pissed off she was at her husband.

"Ben? I'm in here," she bellowed.

'Shit. Here we go.' Ben dreaded the conversation he was about to have. He lingered in the doorway to the living room, watching her, seated on the couch, from behind and slightly above. He couldn't help but stare at her deep, soft cleavage, accentuated by his angle above her. His cock stiffened against his shorts, despite his recent orgasm.

Tiffany felt him looming behind her and turned slightly back to him. "Come on Ben, sit down," she instructed, patting the couch next to her.

Ben sat down next to his mom and turned sideways. As she sat waiting for him to settle in, he noticed she glanced at his crotch.

Tiffany folded her hands in her lap. "First of all, I want to apologize for walking in on you like that. I should have knocked. I'm sure you've gotten used to your privacy while you were away at school and you never had to worry about your mom catching you while you were jerk-...er...in your private moments."

There was a brief pause as she composed her thoughts.

In the momentary quiet, Ben awkwardly blurted out, "It's okay, Mom. I should have locked my door. It's pretty embarrassing, for me too. I'm sorry."

Tiffany held her hand up gently, stopping his words. She wasn't sure if she believed that her son was embarrassed at all. He hadn't tried to control himself. In fact, he seemed to deliberately finish in front of her. He had even ejaculated without so much as trying to cover himself.

Tiffany continued softly, "Let me finish. Second, I'm upset and disturbed that when you saw me, you continued to masturbate and not only did you not try to cover up, but looked at me as if I was what you were masturbating about! What the heck was all that, Ben?"

Now, she wanted answers from her son.

"Why did you have that new camera on the stand set up in your room? Were you filming yourself?"

"It's a tripod, Mom, and no. It was on the tripod to see if it would work with the camera." Ben lied. He had to. He wasn't prepared to let his mom in on his scheme. He knew she wouldn't approve, especially if she figured out he wanted to record her and her sexy body.

Tiffany sat quietly next to her son for a few moments staring straight ahead. She had to remind herself that he was, after all, nineteen years old, and he was in the privacy of his room. She felt she had said all there was to say about the incident.

"Well, you need to be more discreet from now on. Let's just put this behind us and go have lunch." Tiffany leaned over to kiss her son and noticed a bulge in his shorts. She thought he still looked as though he was hard. Her face became flush as her eyes lingered on the distinct tent.

'Is Ben attracted to me?' She wondered. She put the thought aside and pulled her gaze from his crotch. Tiffany leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

Ben wiped the wet peck off of his cheek and remained on the couch, enjoying his mom's perfume after she left. He loved how she smelled, and when she leaned in close like that, he inhaled her distinct and very feminine scent.

After their talk, Tiffany and Ben sat down to eat their sandwiches in the kitchen dining area.

"What was this project that you're using the camera for?" Ben's mom was curious. The camera she saw looked expensive.

"Selling videos and taking stock footage for commercials for a video production company." Ben lied again.

"Why would anyone buy stock videos from you? I mean, no offense, Ben, but you just bought the camera last night and you've never shown any interest in this before."

Tiffany had serious doubts about her son's new venture. She thought it more likely that he'd make some gimmicky YouTube video or something like that. She collected their dishes and placed them in the sink.

"You'd be surprised, Mom. You'll see." Ben said as he chewed his last mouthful. He watched his mom saunter over to the sink, admiring her sexy legs and narrow waist as she was moving about in the kitchen. He reached down and gave his cock a firm pinch.

"Thanks for lunch, Mom. I'm going to go upstairs and learn more about the camera." Ben stood, openly rubbing his dick over his shorts, watching his mom bend over as she began loading the dishwasher.

He had missed staring at her full, round ass while away at college. It always made him envision what her pussy looked like.

"Ok, Ben. I'm going to be out by the pool in case you need me."

As Ben stared at her ass, he remembered his mother's favorite swim suit: her bright red bikini. He longed for this view of her in that outfit.

Tiffany's signature suit was also Ben's favorite. The color of the bikini really made her pale, lightly-freckled skin and bright green eyes pop. It also, of course, accentuated her large, hanging breasts and firm, yet voluptuous body.

Hearing that his mom was going to be laying out by the pool, Ben dashed to his room. He worked quickly to change into his own bathing suit and prepare the camera. If he was lucky, he'd catch some good shots of her by the pool.

Tiffany finished tidying up the kitchen and made her way to her bedroom to change. She slipped into the red bikini, then smoothed sunscreen onto her long, white legs, kept muscular by her daily use of her treadmill. She spread the creamy balm onto her torso and up to her large breasts routinely. After sufficiently covering her body and face, she entered the pool area from her master bedroom door.

Ben moved to the other side of the house, eager to record some footage of his curvy mom in her skimpy suit. He fiddled with his camera, and sat waiting for his mom to lay on her usual chaise. He was excited at having his first good idea for a video. He planned to use his mom as the subject for an incest role-play scene.

Tiffany spread her blue and white striped towel across the padded lounge chair. She adjusted the position to face the sun, then slid her sunglasses on, laid down, and inserted her headphones into her ears. She was finally ready to enjoy the warmth of the sun and the little color that the SPF 50 would allow.

Positioned inside the house, Ben used the lightly tinted windows that faced the pool to his advantage. He knew from experience that during the day, the glare from the sun was very strong. Anyone outside by the pool would not be able to see what those inside were doing very well, yet those inside had a clear view to the activities going on outside.

He set up his camera so that it was about three feet above the ground and focused on his mom, laying outside the window. He stood next to the window, only a few feet from where his mom lay outside. He retrieved his dick and balls from inside his suit, pulling them out over his waistband. He squeezed his fat shaft, watching his mom. He was mostly erect. His mother lay stretched out and covered the entire view of the camera. He pushed the power, then the record button, framing his prone mother in the lens. Confident with the set up, Ben gripped his dick and entered the frame. He began jacking off in front of the camera, slightly to the side, keeping his mom as the central subject.

Ben focused on his mom's body. She lay virtually motionless save for her chest rising and falling slightly with her relaxed breaths. Her huge tits looked supple and inviting in the bright sun. Ben gazed over her beautiful face and her plump, thick lips, painted a glossy red which matched her red suit. Tiffany fidgeted slightly and adjusted her top. Ben watched as she lifted the shoulder straps, causing her breasts to rise and press together. He imagined the exposed tops of her tits streaked with his cum.

That was all it took. After only a few minutes, Ben arched his back, moving his entire body out of the frame except for his stiff erection. He aimed at her image on the other side of the window and fired.

"Nnnn...Uhhh!" he grunted briefly, splattering the window with his first cum volley. He pumped himself a few times and grunted again, firing a second stream onto the glass surface. He watched the image of his mother become smeared and blurry as he finished shooting his cum against the window.

He walked back over to the camera and checked the frame, then stopped recording. Ben cleaned up, and went upstairs to begin the long task of figuring out the editing and uploading process that was necessary to his goal.

Sitting down at his desk, he put the memory card into his laptop and opened the file. It showed excellent clarity; his mom on her back, her huge tits parted and slightly settling to her sides within the cups of her bikini top, her beautiful, white legs shining in the afternoon sun; she was perfect.

Ben's role in the video was far less impressive. The camera did not focus on him very clearly so his jacking off and his orgasm, were somewhat blurry and in the foreground. In fact, it was difficult to determine if he had cum or not. This didn't upset him too much as he produced much less semen since it had only been about ninety minutes since his last orgasm. There was good audio to the clip of him talking to himself about how hot his mom was, which brought him some degree of satisfaction. After reviewing the recording, he saved it and then opened the masturbation video from earlier that morning.

It seemed he had some luck recording his initial scene from his bedroom. 'Excellent clarity. Perfect distance from the camera. I look big in this!' Ben was very pleased.

He watched himself masturbate. He saw himself slide off the love seat and square up to the towel, preparing to cum. Suddenly, the in-video Ben looks up at something off camera. Tiffany enters the frame, dropping the laundry and audibly gasping. The audio of Tiffany admonishing her son as he erupted was perfectly clear.

'Damn! Did I really just keep jerking off as Mom came into the room?' Ben was impressed with how genuine the video appeared, probably because it was a very genuine experience that happened to be caught on camera. He was also rather impressed by the amount of semen that shot out of him. Maybe it was the angle or the contrast to the dark towel he came on, but it was a huge, almost fake-looking, amount.

After an hour of experimenting, Ben figured out how to join the two video files using software that he found online. He decided to combine the two, placing the footage by the pool first, then the other, where she caught him in the act, second in the order. He uploaded both recordings as a single, twenty-minute video that he titled, "Mom Drives Me Crazy." While editing it, he was very pleased that the video shows a son lusting after his hot mother by the pool, jacking off secretly. He transitioned the two clips in the video by recording a shot of him in his suit walking up his stairs to his room and then the clip shows the scene on his couch that he recorded earlier that day. It didn't take him very long to jack-off in that part of the video, so when his mom came in, it was as if she had come in from the pool. She may not have been in her red bikini, but he didn't think the detail was too important. It turned out much better than he could have ever hoped for, having just thrown it together on his first try.

He uploaded the video and saw that it was marked "Pending Review". He filled out the pricing and then uploaded a fifteen second trailer for previews. The uploading process was easy enough, but the editing was the most difficult to figure out. He decided he would get better at it as he became more familiar with the process.

After posting the video, Ben didn't know how long the website review would take, so he put the video out of mind for the moment, instead concentrating on his next scene and how he could get more footage of his mom. Unfortunately, he didn't see much of her for the rest of the day.

The next day, Ben was hopeful he'd have an opportunity to acquire more footage. He dressed in a pair of seersucker shorts and a white T-shirt. He was naked under his shorts, in the event he'd have a chance to record himself jacking off to his mom. Hopefully she'd be dressed in something sexy. He was on the prowl for footage, any footage, that he could upload and sell. His new theme was going to be a son jacking off to his sexy mom as she went about her routine around the house. He brought his camera downstairs in the hope of secretly recording his mom in some sort of hot outfit. He wasn't disappointed.

Ben descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, where Tiffany was putting away dishes. She was about to run on the treadmill and go through her yoga routine, and had already dressed for her workout. Her outfit immediately caused Ben to set the camera on the counter and press record.

Tiffany was placing clean glasses on a high shelf. Ben made sure the camera caught her round ass in the tight black yoga pants as she reached up. She turned to face Ben and, without looking up, leaned forward to extract more clean dishes from the dishwasher.

"Good morning, sweetie," she greeted her son, retrieving a heavy pot. "Your father called last night and he wanted me to..."

Ben tuned his mother's voice out and checked the scene through the viewfinder. "Damn," he murmured.

Tiffany was wearing a black and yellow sports tank top. The top fit her trim torso and tummy snugly, but was obviously not sized for her enormous breasts. Ben stared down the neck opening through the camera, marveling at the deep cleavage the angle gave him. Her breasts were pushed together and up, accentuating the broad tops of her creamy-white tits as they spilled out invitingly. Ben watched her hanging breasts sway with her movements, fighting the strong desire to plant his face directly in the crack between them. His mom had the hottest tits he'd ever seen, and his teenage cock grew rapidly as a reaction to the sexy sight.

"...remind you to clean out the shed. Are you busy?"

Ben didn't hear her question.

At that moment, she looked up at him looking through the camera right at her. Tiffany frowned.