The Crazy Things We Do For Family

A few minutes inside the tension relieving spot of the sauna, all of that frustration Dylan had towards his mother started its ever so gradual disappearance. A good workout followed by a handful of minutes in the steam room did always seem to sooth him. In addition to his train of thoughts, he had to come clean about something: Regardless of the situation at hand, the past four months of his life had been an absolute dream come true.

So he considered this; perhaps his sinful desires were the true thing to blame for the uncomfortable spot his was in. And on a different but not a completely unrelated subject, that's when he realised that all good things that were merely given, came with some sort of catch. "It was just too good to be true," he murmured, as he shook his head.

"What was that?" his friend asked him.

"Huh? Oh, ah, nothing," he stammered.

He also didn't disregard the fact that his mother did what she did for a somewhat understandable reason. He just wished she had told him about it in the first place, instead of manipulating him the way she did, and then only come clean about it four months later. He found that part to be simply ridiculous. About fifteen minutes later, of marinating in the sauna, they exited the stream room and took a quick, cold, refreshing shower in their respective cubicles.

After that, they stepped into their fresh set of clothes, left the changing room and paid for two protein shakes by the gym's bar on their way out. By the time they exited the gym, it was roughly twenty to ten. So it was pretty dark. They then stepped into Justin's car and drove to a nearby fast-food joint. After entering the food establishment, they took their seats and ordered some fries with a couple of burgers.

"Who would you rather bang..." said Justin, as they consumed their meals, "A super fat version of Selena Gomez? Or Miley Cyrus, with down syndrome?" was the gist of their conversation. You know. Guy stuff.

"What's with you and girls from Disney?" he questioned his friend, and then took a bite out of his burger. After they choked down the last few bites of their unhealthy meal, they jumped back into the car and drove back to their neighbourhood, where Justin dropped Dylan off at his place.

"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow," said Dylan as he shut the door. Now, even though he had calmed down substantially at this point, he had also been dreading his return home. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to speak with his mother or not. But there was simply no avoiding it. What would come after her confession and his outburst would inevitably be seen. He expelled a sigh and entered the house.

After checking the vacant living room, dining room and kitchen, to no avail, he realised that his mother must be inside her bedroom. Perhaps he wouldn't have to talk to her so soon, after all. Thereafter, he headed up stairs and pushed the door of his bedroom open. But before he could step inside it, he heard the dejected sound of his mother's voice.

"Dylan," said Karen, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, on the other side of the hallway from him. "Can we please just talk about it?" she politely requested.

Objectively, he stared at his dispirited mother for a few seconds and exhaled loudly as he turned his head. "I'll be right there," he replied and then entered his room.

Once he placed his gym bag down and removed his hoodie, he exited his room, walked down the hallway and entered the room of his mother. Dylan found her sitting on her bed. She had her hair tied up, was dressed in a light blue tank top, which had strings for straps, and a white pair of pyjama bottoms, which had the playful theme of cows jumping over the moon. Consequently to his entry, he sat down next to her.

"Dylan," she kicked off the conversation. "I am extremely sorry for not telling you want was really going on in the past few months," his mother apologised, with an immense amount of sincerity. "It was a horrible thing to do to you. And there's no explanation I could possibly feed you that would justify my actions. So I'm not gonna try to produce one for you. I'm just hoping that you'll find it in your heart someday to forgive me," she took a deep breath and exhaled. "I know how much you must hate me right now."

"I don't hate you Mom," he replied, as his mother's woeful approach and vulnerable display tugged on his heart strings. "And I do forgive you. I'm just confused, that's all," he sighed. "Why didn't you tell me about it in the first place?"

"Honestly," she said. "I was going to tell you... ask you," she quickly corrected herself, "To help me make the videos that unfaithful night after dinner. But for some reason... and I really don't know why, I just... changed my mind," she shook her head remorsefully.

"Okay, then... why the sudden change of heart?" he asked, as his need for explanations was now at full swing. "Why did you decide to tell me today?"

"No more secrets, right?" she replied, as she wanted to place Dylan completely in the loop.

"No more secrets," he concurred with a nod.

"The answer to that question is relatively complicated. But I'll give it a whirl," she paused. "As I'm sure you've inferred; the people that were watching me and you were paying us to do so. And, I've been saving our share of that money to pay for your uncle's surgeries."

"I guessed that much."

"Yeah... and in terms of viewership, everything was going really well for us in the first few weeks," she explained. "But then Vivian brought something to my attention," she added, and then paused to gather her thoughts.

"I'm listening."

"She said the people that were watching us, were getting bored with me and you... only engaging in 'fellatio'. So basically, our viewership plummeted, which fundamentally means that we're not making as much money as before," her explanation continued.

"I'm with you so far."

"Yeah, and in order to regain the viewers we've lost... that pretty much meant that you and I would have to take things to... um, the next level."

"Mmkay," he replied like Mackey would, as he thought about that for a couple of seconds. "So that's why you told me?"

"Yes. But there's still a little more detail involved," she said. "You see, this whole time... in my own head, I guess, I justified my actions by telling myself that since I would be giving you something that you in fact want; what I'm doing... is okay," she explained. "But when Vivian said we have to 'turn things up a notch', in order to regain the viewers we've lost, I realised that I would likely be receiving some form of pleasure too, and not just purely giving it to you anymore," Karen paused. "And I couldn't do that," she shook her head. "Or at least, I couldn't do that without telling you about it."

He mulled over want his mother had just revealed for a moment. He really wasn't expecting to hear this pungent explanation of hers.

"And plus," she added. "I knew I would have to tell you about it someday... even if those issues didn't come up."

"It's all starting to make sense now," he said softy, as he continued to ponder. "Okay," he added. "And, ah, you're okay with being in porn?"

She thought about that question for a few seconds. "Not at first. Hence, the crying you witnessed on the first night," she replied. "But I kinda got use to it," she paused. "And honestly, I would do absolutely anything for my family," she added and paused once more. "To be a little more honest with you... if you were in your uncle's shoes, and if he wasn't married to Victoria, I probably would have made the videos with him to get you the money."

Dylan couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle after he heard that last part come out of her mouth. "When you put it like that," he replied with a smirk. "And I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but, I think this is the first time I'm actually happy about Uncle Carl's bad heart condition."

Karen chuckled in response to his joke. She was glad to see that he had lightened up, and that he had unearthed his sense of humour.

"Okay I've got another question for you," he proceeded. "Why did you make me stop masturbating?"

"That was another one of Vivian's ideas," she replied. "She said the more cu..." she shook her head, "semen."

"It's okay to say 'cum', Mom."

"Okay," she smiled, "The more... cum," she said and then giggled.

"Jeez Mom, you can be such a child," he spoke as his mother continued to laugh.

After composing herself, she replied. "Okay," she said with a grin. "Vivian said; the more cum in the video, the better," she finally conveyed. "And you certainly didn't disappoint in that department," she added, but only in thought.

"I guess that makes sense," he replied slowly and then contemplated for a moment. "So... umm," he added, in an awkward fashion. "Where... do we go from here?"

"Well. That's pretty much up to you," she said. "As you can see by what I'm wearing right now, I'd given up on the idea, and was getting ready to go to bed."

They sat in silence for a brief moment. "Okay and..." he spoke. "What if I said, as a volunteer this time, I too would like to help Uncle Carl?"

"We could do that," she nodded. "But if we do do that, then, you're gonna have to give me some time to... for lack of a better term, freshen up," she shrugged.

"Not a problem," he shook his head subtly.

Consequently, she got to her feet. "Thank you so much for forgiving me, Dylan," she said sincerely, as she leaned down and hugged him for a little while. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Come back into my room..." she continued with her arms still around his neck, "Roughly ten minutes before you normally would. I need your help with something," she gave him another kiss on the cheek and then headed off for her bathroom. "Oh, and, feed the dogs," she concluded on the way, and then entered her bathroom.

Despite the enlightened knowledge he now had, that strangers would be watching him get busy with his mom over the internet, he was pretty excited about the idea of 'taking things to the next level' with her. He stood up, exited the room and headed downstairs. After entering the pantry, he exited it with a bag of kibble. He then exited the house and deposited a few scoops of the kibble into the dogs' food bowls and refilled their water bowls as well.

He then reached into the pocket of his trousers and fished out his cell phone. It was nearly ten to eleven. Noting that, he re-entered the house, placed the bag of kibble back in the pantry, and then headed back upstairs to head straight for his mother's room. Once inside, he noticed that her bedroom was still empty, so he called out her name, "Mom?"

"I'm still in here sweetie!" her voice echoed from her bathroom.

"What did you want me to help you with?"

"Oh yea!" she replied. "Um, do you see that black bag sitting alongside my wardrobe?"

He turned his head to check if what she was talking about was in fact there, "Ah, yeah!"

"Open it!"

He walked over to her cupboard and kneeled down to unzip the bag. "A video camera?" he said softly.

"Did you open it?"

"Yeah!" he cried back.

"Could you please connect it to my laptop?"

"Um... Sure!"

"All the software has already been installed and set up! I just want you to connect everything while I get ready!" she said. "And be careful!" Karen cautioned. "That camera's not mine, and it's expensive!"

He reached inside the bag and pulled out the hi-tech piece of equipment, its cable and its tripod stand. Knowing that time was of the essence, he set everything up and connected her computer to the camcorder under the time of two minutes. Doing all of this was relatively easy for Dylan, since he was an IT student. "Everything setup!" he said. "You just need to embed the stream onto the site!"

"Great!" she replied. "Thanks sweetie, I'll be right out!"

Dylan took a seat on her bed and waited for his mother's entrance. "Fuck!" he cried in thought. "I can't believe I'm really about to do this!" he added as he looked at the video camera, now placed upon its tripod stand. The knowledge of knowing that people would be watching him was really starting to sink in now, and that unsettled him a bit.

"Maybe Mom had the right idea when she decided not to tell me about this," he deliberated in thought. But then a question he forgot to ask her popped into his mind, "Mom!"

"Yeah, sweetie?" she answered.

"What if one of my friends sees this?" he enquired.

And that's when Karen opened the door and emerged from her bathroom. As she walked into her bedroom, Dylan was left in absolute astonishment. With her hair now loose, his mother was dressed in a very sexy, sheer, black, strapless nightdress. In the region of the nightie that concealed her melons, was a strange pattern of dark alien flowers. That particular element to the sexy piece left just enough for the imagination.

The size of the sheer nightdress complimented her figure superbly. And its transparent fabric made it possible to see the provocative, black, upside-down triangle, of the thong she was wearing underneath and the strings it came with, which bent around the curvy shape of her trim hips. In addition, the skimpiness of her attire made it possible to see the matching black piece of the garter she had neatly wrapped around her left thigh. Damn! His mom looked so good his cock couldn't help but to immediately start its ascent.

"Do you think your friends would pay money to watch an old woman having sex with and her son?"

"Well. If they knew the 'old woman' looked like you, they might," he replied and generated a smile from her. "But I think you might have a point there," he pondered. "Incest isn't really their thing."

"That was my guess," she said and made her way to her laptop. As she bent over a bit, to place her phone down on her dresser and enter the embedding code on Vivian's site, Karen's skimpy black nightdress hiked up by an inch or so, which gave Dylan the perfect view of the lower part of his mother's taut, basically bare buttock.

Since the nightdress was gently pressed against her back and behind, he could also see the little upside-down triangle at the crest of her cheeks, which had three strings. One of which went to the left, the other went to the right, and the third one disappeared from being swallowed up by the tight crack of her rising buns. A jolt of unmistakable thrill surged through his body as he suddenly realised his cock would finally enter something other than her oral canal.

"There we go," she said softly, as she spun around and walked over to her son. "Press the record button. It's eleven," she informed him.

She mounted her bed and lied down on her pillows, as he stood up to follow her orders. Dylan pressed the record button, adjusted the camera's position a little, and made sure that both his mother and the entire bed were in the frame, and that it was zoomed in enough so that the viewers could see the action clearly. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

In spite of that, he had to admit something. This was a pretty damn good camera. The crystal clear pictures it produced were immaculate. "This is for you, Uncle Carl," he said softly, still standing behind the camera.

He quickly disrobed by stripping out of his shoes, socks, jeans and shirt. So now, hard-on and all, he was left in only his silver Family Guy themed boxers. He then approached and mounted her bed. His mother was now lying on her back, with her head and the upper half of her back on the tiny little mountain of her pillows, and had the small of her back on her mattress.

Exposing the black upside-down triangle that concealed her womanhood as she did this, she invitingly opened her legs for him, by raising her knees and planting her feet on the bed. He crawled his way in between the shapely pair of her ivory legs, and rested the weight of his torso on his left forearm, which he placed beside her body. "Are you as nervous as I am?" he asked softly, as he knew hundreds of people were now watching him.

"Probably not," she subtly shook her head. "Just pretend as if the camera isn't there. You'll be just fine, sweetie," she replied softly.

Keeping that bit of advice in mind, he lowered his face and went for what had eluded him for weeks on end. But this time his mother didn't spoil his fun. She stayed in place and waited for her son's lips to make contact with hers. Now, Karen wasn't particularly excited about this moment. But she figured the least she could do, would be to give in to absolutely anything he desired to do, after he found it in his heart to forgive her for her trickery as quickly as he did.

But that faint bit of remaining reluctance would soon dwindle, because as her son's lips meshed with hers, well, the emotions she felt can only be described in one word... fireworks. As cheesy as it may sound, Karen was instantly turned-on by her son's oral embrace. The feelings roaring throughout her body right now were far different from the ones she felt during their first few sexual interactions. She never knew kissing could feel so right.

What an unexpected and refreshing change of events this turned out to be. She never would've imagined that she would one day find herself hungrily lusting for the person she gave birth to. But I guess life is funny in that way. With her eyes blissfully closed, and now completely consumed by this surreal moment of erotic intimacy, her heart rate quickened rapidly.

In addition, she took sharp breaths in between the half a second intervals they submitted to, as they alternated between passionately making out and reluctantly catching their breath. Dylan too was enjoying himself by the way, he got so caught up in this hot and heavy, unforeseen moment of theirs, he forgot all about the divulging eye of the camera.

As her lips opened a little wider, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and made it erotically dance with hers. And approximately two minutes of exchanging saliva later, he pulled off. And as a result of that, he could see how his mother was left both flushed in the face and breathless. "Wow," she stretched the word, croaking her voice as she said it.

He re-lowered his face and pecked her soft, candy pink lips once more. He then gently brushed his lips down and across her right cheek, and then slowly dragged them down the soft length of her delicate neck line, until he softly planted its base area with a kiss. "Mmm," she discharged a subtle moan. Oh yes, he found her sweet spot.

He took his time to gently skirt his tongue and lips around this sensitive area of hers, and let his warm, moist breath make most of the contact. He had read a piece in one of her Cosmo magazines, that suggested that most women enjoy being heated up before intercourse, and if that was indeed the case, he wanted to make damn sure she thoroughly enjoyed herself.

Gently, he planted another kiss on her soft spot, and was rewarded with another, but vaguely louder moan, as her breathing became even heavier. He managed to extract three more heavenly moans from her, by teasing and pleasing her neck's sensitive area, and then decided to start his descent down the crest of her torso.

As he soothingly kissed his way down to the region under her neckline, he placed the index finger of his left hand, on the right-hand side of her torso, and snuck it in between the gap of her smooth skin and the hem of her nightdress. His lips were now half an inch or so higher up from where her nightie covered her chest. He planted her with a kiss, and then slowly started pulling down the hem of her dark dress, exposing only her busty right tit as it dropped.

His mouth followed the slow descent of the sheer nightie, as he slowly kissed his way down the right hemisphere of her chest area, and up the rise of her now exposed right breast, until his lips reached her rose-pinkish nipple, which was rigidly erect at this point, but clearly from arousal this time around. "Mmmm," she purred, as he began tracing his tongue around the rough circle of her areola.