Getting into the Family Business

I checked her bio, but sure enough, the link was still there. I want to say that I didn't click it. I closed the app and went downstairs to make a sandwich. I want to say this.

But I clicked it. I was redirected to her page immediately. Her profile picture was a cute one of her giving a sultry look into the camera. Her background picture was of her stretched out, full body, wearing her athletic clothes, and pulling suggestively at the strap. OK. So maybe just some PG-13 level content. People did that. Just suggestive posts. The forever promise of nudity without delivering. If I had to deal with it, I was OK with her making a living as a cocktease. I want to tell you that I closed the page and moved on. I certainly want to tell you that I didn't make a burner email address, sign up for her site and sub to her page under a discreet username. I want to tell you these things.

But you must know already that I'm not capable of such restraint.

The first few video thumbnails looked like just what I thought. I bought the first one and watched it. Mom was smiling and excited, wearing a robe that looked ready to slip off. Her hair was in light, pretty curls, and she looked beautiful. She stuck a leg out of the robe to give the promise of more skin. She held up a few different athletic outfits that she would be trying on, and spent the rests of the video cutting to each outfit on her. No nudity, just a lot of her accentuating how the outfits fit her breasts and sticking her delicious ass out to the camera. The worst she did was give herself a couple slaps on her ass. My dick stirred in my pants as I watched her slut it up for the camera. She gave little mock yelps at each slap that were incredibly sexy. I allowed myself some light strokes, even as I reassured myself that my mom's content wasn't so explicit.

But the videos only progressed from there. Just from the thumbnails and the titles, I could see she was getting fully nude and even using toys. I couldn't go broke buying each video, so I clicked her latest one, dated just a few days ago. My mom was wearing a robe like in the past videos and teased the camera for a bit. But then she lay back on the edge of my parent's bed and let the robe fall open. Instead of athletic gear she was wearing a very strapy lingerie. My dick immediately got rock hard as I stared at my mom moving her body in sultry ways to take the robe off of her. Her breasts stood out prominently and when she leaned back it caused her ab muscles to subtly show. She eventually turned over to show her ass which was barely covered. She fondled herself in such a sexy and natural way, like she had been making porn for years.

She turned back over, running her hands over her tits and down to her pussy that was covered by the thin cloth of the lingerie. Thin enough was the cloth that I could see some of the shape of her sex. She lightly ran her fingers over her pussy and made a show of stroking her clit, moaning with pleasure. She then reached off-screen and brought back a streamlined steel vibrator. She licked and sucked its phallic shape for the camera before turning it on and bringing it to her pussy. Mom rubbed herself over her lingerie and seemed to really enjoy the vibrations. She threw her head back and used her free hand to massage her breast. I couldn't help myself and began stroking over my own pants.

I felt a bit guilty, but that was overtaken by a realization. The camera moved closer to my mom as she stroked herself with the toy, and it was then that I realized- 'Who's recording?' In all this time, I had been so wrapped up in everything that I forgot to think about my dad in this whole situation. He had to know what was going on and that must be him behind the camera!

Dad was fine with mom becoming a porn star? No way. It's not like he's the controlling type, but I just couldn't imagine him being OK with guys across the world pleasuring themselves to his naked wife. I looked down to my hand that was still stroking my dick. 'Guys like me.'

The guilt was creeping in. But I was saved by the sound of a door closing and my mothers voice. "Honey, are you home? Come down and say hi!"

I came downstairs after a moment to let my hard-on die down and saw that my mom was waiting for me in the kitchen. She was standing at the kitchen island, looking down at some mail she picked up on the way in.

Oh god. Mom was in her "Summer mode" with clothes and now with her new hot body it was undeniably sexy. She was wearing very tiny, cutoff jeans, with a tank top that seemed like it was pasted to her skin. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail that exposed her sexy long neck. I had to mentally push back images of her running a vibrator across her slit, but her hot outfit wasn't helping.

"Hi mom," I offered.

Mom gave a tiny jump and ran over to give me a big hug. She seemed so small next to my 5'11" frame, and I easily wrapped my arms around her. Her hug was warm and affectionate. She really must have missed me. I felt my dick start to stir and I imagined her kneeling just a bit down to suck my dick. She kept her arms around me and looked up to my face. "Tell me all about camp!"

I tried to subtly move her away, so I could sit down and avoid any further hardening of my cock. I caught her up (on the PG stuff) about camp and told her I was happy to be back. "How have you been? What have you been up to?" I asked with some hesitation. I wanted her to tell me all about her new online venture, but didn't want her to know I had already seen her about to fuck herself while wearing lingerie.

Mom smiled. "Oh, nothing much. Same old stuff." She flexed her arm a bit and showed off a tiny, toned muscle. "But can you tell? I'm still working on my fitness," she said, smiling with the hope of approval.

I laughed and reached over to give her little arm a squeeze. "Oh, definitely. The first thing I noticed were these massive arms."

She slapped me playfully. "Don't make fun. Well your dad loves my arms," and giving a slight turn with a coy look, said "and other parts." She pushed her ass out while saying that in a joking, but flirting way. Her firm bubble butt gave a little jiggle in her tight shorts.

Dad had been making these kinds of sexual comments before I had left, but this was the first time she had. It felt like an invitation. I tried to keep up.

"I bet he does. He's never been shy about enjoying all your 'improvements' as of late," I said.

Mom paused and gave me a semi-surprised look. Shit, did I go too far? "Oh, please. He's not the only one," she said, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Mom! I..uh," I stammered. This was way too far for me. Did she know? Did she figure out that the fake email address I used to sign up for her page was me somehow?

My mom saw my embarrassment and brightened. "I mean, have you seen my TikTok page?! I have over 3 million followers!" She then excitedly pulled out her phone to show me her page. I let out an internal sigh of relief as she scrolled through her content and nodded my approval. She then looked up at me, "In fact, your dad and I wanted to talk to you tonight about it. I've actually been making a bit of money with this and so it's probably going to continue for a while. We'll talk more later."

"Wow, that's really impressive. 3 million is a huge number of followers. I'm proud of you," I assured her. I felt relieved at her offer to end the convo and save it for later.

We left the house and I helped her with some grocery shopping and other errands. We had a nice time and it wasn't until a few hours later that my brain kicked in. She's making money? You moron. Where did you think her money was coming from. Just regular videos? Or the incredibly profitable, subscription based porn she was filming while you were away?

I had a knot in my stomach for the rest of the time we were out together. By the time we got home it was already late and dad had got dinner started. I feel like he greeted my mom with a more than your average passionate kiss, then greeted me with a hug and asked me to set the table while peppering me with questions about my summer. I did my best to seem casual, all the while dreading when he would bring up my mom's "business."

The summer talk got us through much of the dinner. We were having pasta, and we shared 2 bottles of an excellent wine, so it didn't take long before we were red-faced and relaxed. Dad shared how he had slowed down his work schedule over the summer as he was feeling comfortable enough to enjoy life a little. I told him he deserved it as he had been working incredibly hard since he was 16 and could use the break. Hopefully he would get a chance to travel more, as he had always wanted to do.

"Actually Alex, I've been keeping busy right here at home, helping your mom with her social media business." My dad gave a loving look to my mom, who smiled back at him through hazy eyes. My dad and I could handle our wine a lot better than her tiny body let her. My mom got up and sat on my dad's lap in a warm and affectionate manner. She gave him a peck on the cheek in appreciation for his help.

There it was, the moment I had worried about. "Oh...umm that's nice of you," I stammered out. I suddenly felt much more drunk and disoriented than I should have been. The stress of the conversation was definitely adding to the buzz.

"I know that before you left you saw how great the TikTok videos were for your mom's self-esteem. She's really come out of her shell and found something that feels meaningful for her," my dad continued. My mom was stroking his chest and seemed so thankful for his words. "While you were away, her videos have taken a different direction. The world couldn't help but see what am I amazing and beautiful woman your mom is, and they wanted more." I knew exactly where this was going, but the reality of the conversation was still a lot to take in. "So, after a lot of discussion, we started an Only fans page, and it's really taken off."

There it was. I knew it was coming but now it was all out in the open. He continued, "I've been filming and mom has been in charge of what she does and what requests to take on." Mom blushed and looked lovingly at my father, then at me. What did they expect me to do with all of this info?

I was aware of a heat that passed over me, causing me to sweat despite the A/C. "Wha...why are you telling me about it," suddenly fearing that question would somehow hurt mom, I clumsily added, "Not that I don't think its great for you to have your own thing, mom. But, why not keep this a secret. What do you need my help with?"

"We just wanted to let you know because you might...hear or see things as your mom's business grows. In our next video I'll even be joining her to...um...help." The sudden awkwardness from my dad threw me off.

Mom patted his arm. "We know it is a lot to take in, but we didn't want to hide it from you. If you ever have any questions, just come to us. We will be fully transparent with you."

"I don't really know what to say," I told them. Which happened to be the truth. What was I supposed to say? 'No! I won't allow it?' They were my parents in their own home and could do what they wanted.

"Why don't you sleep on it, and tomorrow, if you want to talk about it we will," my dad offered. "But for now, I think we all need to go to bed." I don't think my dad meant to let me see the wink he gave my mother.

I went to bed and strained my ears to hear the sounds of them fucking, but soon the wine and confusion took hold and I fell asleep.

Things kind of blurred from there. The pressures for life to 'get back to normal' were intense and the fact my parents were now pornstars receded under the wash of summer outings with friends, parties, summer reading, and day to day business.

Dad still went to work. Mom still ran errands and posted videos on her regular social media feeds about fitness. But evidences of her new life crept in. Dad and mom would sometimes spend an hour in the guest room studio filming content and the sounds of mom pleasuring herself or them fucking could be heard clearly through the house. On more than one occasion, I had seen sex toys littered about, and even once saw a dildo suctioned to the wall of the shower.

All these things had their effect on me. I was constantly horny and dropped any pretense that I wouldn't include my mom in my jerk off fantasies. After what I had seen, my mental images of her were crystal clear.

One evening, mom called me into her room for some help. She was in the bathroom, so I sat on the edge of the bed to wait for her.

"I'll just be a minute. I need your honest opinion about something I want to wear for my next video."

'Video?' I thought to myself. She must mean her Tiktok account. It had been so long since we discussed her Onlyfans, I didn't think she would bring it up so casually.

"Yea sure. What's the trend you are trying to do?" I yelled through the bathroom door.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing an emerald green, sheer lingerie, with straps that creatively allowed for openings to see skin while still holding it together. She spun around and I could see the thin fabric of the lingerie snaking up her ass.

All I could do was stare wide-eyed at my nearly naked mother. Her body was incredible. It was one thing to see it on the screen, but in person she radiated. Her pale skin shone in the sunlight, as did her bright blonde hair. She stood in front of me with one leg slightly bent, almost looking shy. I knew it was an act, but that didn't diminish its effect. I was hard immediately.

"Oh, wow," is all I could mutter.

She beamed a smile. "You like it?" Maybe it wasn't an act. She seemed almost nervous to get my approval.

It just came out. "You look fucking hot mom." I couldn't believe I just said that. I backed up a bit. "But, isn't it a bit much for Tiktok?" Shit. I already knew the answer to that, and just opened up a path for her to say...

"Oh, it's not for Tiktok sweetie." She smiled a little. "It is for my more adult page. You know? We talked about it."

She ran her fingers up and down the lace of her lingerie. "Usually your dad helps me plan, but he isn't home, so I thought I could use your help in choosing outfits. I don't want to wait for your dad to come home."

"Mom. I don't know. I mean, should I really be the one to help with this?" I stammered. My mind was at war with itself. Half was trying to find a way out of this, while the other half was dying to stay.

My mom gave a confused look. "It's just lingerie, baby. I am sure you saw much more than this at camp this summer. Don't think I don't remember what it was like to be young and free of consequences. I had my own summers of fun back in the day too," she said, giggling a little.

Flashes of my mom as a young girl getting railed in the woods flashed through my mind.

"Plus," she continued, "I'm your mom. What's a little skin between family." With that, she disappeared back into the bathroom to get more outfits. There was no arguing with her. Plus, my horny brain clearly won the war. I was staying and would just do my best to not cum in my pants.

She held me hostage as she tried on several outfits, seeking my approval, so she could make content. After the second outfit (a full body mesh suite), she stopped bothering to go into the bathroom to change and would strip in front of me. She was seemingly oblivious to how horny a teenager might be with all this. Either that, or she was malicious. How else could she see how hard my dick was tenting in my pants with no ability to relieve myself and still force me stay. Finally, as I watched her squeeze her massive tits into a tight corset and was busy buttoning the many fastens, I couldn't help it. I hazarded a chance to give my aching cock a few strokes. I didn't know what I expected. It's not like I could just whip it out and cum all over my mom's bed. But I couldn't resist.

My mom glanced up from her buttoning, and I moved my hands away quickly but knew that she saw. She smiled, but didn't say anything about it. She struggled for another minute as I sat nervously, cock now aching even worse. "Alex, I changed my mind about this one. I don't think I like how constricted the corset makes me feel. I am having a hell of a time opening this though. Can you help?" The pleading in her voice was like a siren's call. It was impossible to resist.

"Uhhh, sure," I stammered. I awkwardly stood up from the bed and walked to her, feeling the discomfort in my pants. I got close to my mom, and she looked up at me as I helped her undo her clasps. The corset was half closed so her tits were contained but basically spilling out of the material. The view was all too much. I had to keep space to avoid mom brushing up against my hard-on. I was struggling with the clasps as well, but her tits were also quite the distraction.

"Struggling to focus?" mom said. I couldn't tell what her tone was. Joking? Flirting? Concern?

"Yea, I guess. I can't seem to get this one," I said and I shook the clasp to try to free it, but instead just jiggled my mom's tits. The sight shot a shock of horny desire through me and my dick stirred in my shorts.

My mom clearly saw and smiled. "Honey, it's OK. I know this is uncomfortable for you. I can see it," she said gesturing with her eyes to my penis. "If it helps, you can take off your shorts. It can't be comfortable and I still have another outfit I need your opinion on." Before I could even answer, her arms reached forward and began tugging at my shorts. I let go of her corset and didn't even protest as she pulled my shorts down, bringing my briefs with them.

My cock sprang forward, essentially right in my mom's face. It felt amazing to have it free of strain, and I involuntarily jutted forward, almost spearing my mother in her face. "Whoa there!" mom said with a laugh, and stood back up. "Better? Good. Now focus on getting me out of this thing."

I silently obeyed, but letting my dick out did nothing for my concentration. In fact, all I wanted to do was jerk off or fuck something now. It was hard to pull back on the lust. So much so that the fact that my mom was staring at my dick took a bit to fully dawn on me. She stared at my cock with a loving look in her eyes. From what I have seen of my father, I guessed we were about the same size, but he might have a slight edge on thickness.

Girls have always complemented me on my dick. Not just the size, but that it was just good-looking somehow. From the look in her eye it seemed like my mom agreed.

Finally, the last clasp was free and the corset split open, letting my mother's breasts spill forward. I wanted nothing more to grab them and grope her, but she turned to get the next outfit.

"OK, last one I promise." She gave a glance back to me, standing awkwardly with my erect dick out. "You should sit back on the bed. That thing is enormous and I'm afraid you'll pass out from the blood loss."

Not only did she free my cock, but my mom was even complimenting my dick. I couldn't believe that this was my life.

For this last one she went into the bathroom and I took the chance to give myself a few relieving strokes. Pre-cum oozed from my tip and I moaned as the memory of my mother's face near my naked cock came to mind. I closed my eyes and got lost in the image. I jerked harder and faster, unable to let go of the rising feeling of pleasure in my body. I stopped only when I felt something touch my knees.

My eyes shot open to see my mom standing right over me, her legs straddling mine, watching me beat my dick into submission. She was wearing a light blue, sheer, babydoll lingerie over a matching g-string. Her body looked incredible in the outfit and I noticed how hard her nipples were. She had a slight smirk on her face as she stared down at my cock with my hand gripping the base of my shaft.