Mom's Home Movies Ch. 04

Ben beamed, "I wasn't planning on it."

"Good! Now, I also want to share some constructive criticism with you, from one amateur pornographer to another."

This was not the conversation Ben was anticipating. 'She wants to critique my videos?' Taylor seemed sincere so he sat up.

Ben shrugged. "Ok, sure."

Taylor took a swig of beer and set the bottle down.

"Ok, so we make porn movies. We hope people are turned on by them. Most of our audience is guys, but regardless of what sex we cater to, we are delivering one thing: visual stimulation."

This all seemed incredibly obvious to Ben, but Taylor seemed to have good intentions. She also had a great rack and Ben appreciated the opportunity to imagine what her tits looked like under that tank top. Her hard nipples gave him a good point of reference. The protuberances were wide. Ben figured she must have fat nipples.

He tipped his beer up and took a gulp. Taylor continued.

"We want our viewers to masturbate. Some people take longer than others to get off. If your videos are too short, it will turn people off. Too long is ok, they can just click to the end if they're ready, but too short is a problem."

Taylor leaned over the laptop and Ben listened patiently.

She hovered on a thumbnail of the first video.

"Run time: 8 minutes, 20 seconds. Too short."

She moved to the next one.

"Run time: 9 minutes, 16 seconds." She looked at Ben, then moved to the next video. "6 minutes, 47 seconds. Who can cum that fast?"

Ben was getting annoyed.

"Ok, ok, I see your point," he huffed.

"You don't seem very experienced. As I recall, you haven't had a lot of sexual experience, have you? Be honest."

'Was it that obvious?!' Ben wondered, growing self-conscious.

"Uh, yeah, of course. I had lots of sex before I quit out of college."

Taylor eyed him suspiciously, tilting her head.

"Well, maybe not 'lots'. I mean..." he paused. "Well, I...no, not really." Ben confessed.

The reality was that he'd had exactly four sexual partners and a handful of oral sex encounters. He knew that wasn't a lot.

"I think I can help you with that," Taylor replied, scooting closer and looking at Ben's crotch wide-eyed, adding, "if you'd like."

"Um, sure, I guess." He nervously swigged his beer, wondering what Taylor had in mind.

"Take your shorts down, Ben. In fact, take your clothes off."

Ben nearly spit up the beer that was in his mouth.

He swallowed, wiping his lips.

"What?! Right here? Right now?"

"Sure," she said confidently. "We are two film-makers, discussing tricks of the trade."

Taylor took his hand and stood, bringing Ben to rise with her. She casually grabbed the bottom of his shirt and drew it over his head.

She continued, "It will be much easier just to show you what I mean."

Ben let her remove his shirt and stood looking at her.

"Shorts too," she said, staring at his crotch. "And boxers," she reminded.

Ben hesitated, then figured he had nothing to lose. He drew his shorts and boxers off in one swift movement, he was standing before Taylor naked, his cock jutting out between them. He stood next to her erect, waiting to see what she'd do. This was definitely not what he had expected when she asked him to come over.

Taylor stared at Ben's stiff cock. She wasn't exactly prepared to see his monster up close and in the flesh. It was bigger in the flesh than it appeared in his videos. She took a moment to regain her composure.

Ben flexed his cock proudly for the hot blonde.

Taylor observed his enormous, monster cock. It was the biggest thing she'd seen in person and found herself wondering if it was at its full hardness. She seemed to be struggling to maintain her professional tone.

"I...fuck, Benny. I just have to say it. It's...Your cock is huge." She brought her eyes to meet his. "Its fucking perfect."

They shared a smile and Taylor went on.

"Okay, just try to do what I tell you to do and keep an open mind. Now, grab ahold of your dick and stroke it like you're on camera."

Ben complied, wrapping his hand around his cock and rapidly stroked it. His other hand cradled his dangling, balls. He eagerly began jerking, like he'd do at home when masturbating.

She watched him, eyeing his cock appreciatively.

"As a performer, we're being physically stimulated in the movies," Taylor went on. "We provide visual stimulation to our audience, but we have to remember to actually show how much pleasure we are experiencing. You know, give them a show."

Taylor spoke, but Ben found himself tuning her out. He pictured her cute face, speaking to him matter-of-factly, as he speckled it with cum.

"...and then, before you know it," Taylor was droning on.

Ben felt his cock stream precum and was ready to finish, so he cut her off.

"Uh, can I get a towel?" Ben said, his cock throbbing in hand. He wanted to show Taylor his money shot up close.

"A towel?" she said, holding back her laughter. "What, you want to cum already?"

"Well, maybe."

"This is what I'm talking about, Ben. Stop jerking it! Take your hand off of your cock."

Ben did as he was told. His cock lurched and he wanted to finish it off with the final few pumps but he held back. He leaked a strand of precum.

"Ok, so in the movies, you have to last longer than the audience. They don't want a quickie, they need you to set a pace in your videos. Start again and go slower."

Ben considered her advice and thought there might be merit to it. He slowly, but deliberately took hold of his dick and began jerking, this time using much slower strokes.

Taylor smiled. "Better. Keep it slow." She turned more toward him, now seated on the couch below and watching from about three feet away. She took a drink.

"Ok, remember, we are providing visual stimulation. What do you think I can see? Me, your audience. What do I see?"

Ben considered her perspective.

"Uh, well, me jerking off."

Taylor shook her head.

"Nope. Look at you. You are all hunched over. Yes, you have a huge dick, but you also have big hands. One hand jerking off blocks the view of most of your cock. You should be more conscious of how you look to your audience."

Ben looked down, "Okay."

Taylor continued. "When you grip your cock, try to present the inside grip, not the outside of your hand. When you present the outside of your hand, your audience sees several inches of the back of your hand. The inside grip, shows several inches of dick between your clenched fingers. And look, your other hand is on your balls with your arm blocking a good part of your crotch. I can barely see anything!"

Ben looked down, realizing she was right.

"Now, spread your legs out," she instructed.

Ben widened his stance.

"Further."

Ben's stance expanded another inch or so.

"Further," she huffed. Taylor reached over and pushed his leg away from the other, her face coming within inches of his cock. She looked up at him.

"Here," she said, putting both hands on his hips and pushing him back a step. Taylor stood from the couch, then sunk to her knees before him, her hands on her thighs. Taylor's jean shorts were gathered all the way up to her hips. Watching her long, perfect legs was helping Ben stay rock-hard.

"Lean back a little and push your dick out." Taylor grabbed his hips and pushed him back another step, then pulled them forward so he was leaning back, but extending his hips out. She settled back, kneeling with her hands on her tanned thighs and looking right at his cock.

"Remember, you're putting on a show. Forget about regular one-on-one sex. This is for the audience, so you are going to have to act differently than when you're in private."

Ben watched Taylor eye his huge, swaying cock. She looked hypnotized, kneeling before him. She appeared spirited, fresh, and vital. He thought she looked horny.

Ben closed his eyes tightly, then opened them. 'Does she have to be so fucking hot?' Not wanting to cum, he resisted touching himself, letting his hands dangle at his sides.

Taylor eyed his dick and rubbed her hands up and down on her thighs as if she were anxious. Her eyes rose.

"Well, keep going. Slooooowly." She looked up at Ben.

Sticking his hips out, and trying to cover his dick as little as possible, he took hold of his shaft and pumped it.

"I..." Ben stammered.

"That's it, nice and slow," she encouraged.

Ben felt his balls clench as his orgasm approached. He had to let go of his cock entirely.

"I don't want to cum." Ben confessed.

Taylor tilted her head, looking at him with an older-sister look.

"Wow, ok, it's worse than I thought." Taylor reached behind her, still kneeling in front of Ben. She took her beer and held the base of the bottle with one hand. She wrapped the other around the bottle neck.

"Watch my pace and match it," she instructed, beginning to slowly stroke the beer bottle.

Ben saw how slowly her hand was moving and mimicked her pace, gripping his cock powerfully.

"There you go. Good, stick it out for me, Benny." Taylor was proving to be a capable instructor.

Ben watched her strokes, matching her motion. He breathed deeply, doing his best to focus.

"Did you know that the longer you stay stimulated, the longer you stay hard and that allows you to 'edge'? You know what to 'edge' means, don't you?" Taylor asked, cocking her head slightly. Her thin fingers continued their slow dance on the bottle, up and down.

"Well, I...no, I guess I don't." Ben had to continuously slow himself down to match her pace.

"It means to continue to stay hard and to come close to cumming, but to not actually finish. It's like you're on-the-EDGE of having an orgasm. Edging allows you to stay ready for the cum shot, while keeping your dick as hard as ever."

Ben again observed her fat, stiff nipples under her shirt. Hearing her talk about cumming so much, he wanted to blast her with his load. He was so close and he figured he'd be able to shoot a big one.

Taylor looked up at him with an open mouthed smile, moving her hand glacially slow.

"You want to cum, don't you?" she smiled up at him.

Ben nodded dumbly, dragging his hand as slowly as she did.

"Ok, let's try something else." She set the bottle aside.

"You have to know when to let go of your dick and calm yourself down. It takes practice. Keep in mind that you can do this off-camera. It's the beauty of film. Just let go of your cock for now."

Ben released his throbbing, reddish-purple dick. 'Jesus help me,' he thought.

"This isn't just about you cumming, Benny, it's about having sex on camera, for your audience. If all you did was beat-off like some horny teenager, you won't do shit in your videos, especially once they start getting more interesting."

Taylor rose to stand. She slowly removed her shirt, her large, perfect tits jiggled for a moment, then settled back into their place. Her nipples were indeed fat and a little puffy. The light-brown areolas were fairly wide and covered with bumps, her nipples rose high in the center. They also looked hard enough to cut glass.

"Do you find me attractive, Ben?"

He regarded her, swallowing hard as he looked at her divine tits. Sure, they were smaller than his mom's, but still big. He estimated they were D-cups.

"Yes, I do."

"Ok, good. Imagine I will let you fuck me, but not for thirty minutes. If you cum before then, you have just jacked off, and won't be able to have sex for another, who knows how long? You would have missed your opportunity. Think about that the next time you want to cum right away."

She smiled, knowing her point was hitting home. Ben now hung on her every word.

"So we sell visual stimulation and the key is not to succumb to the physical stimulation we experience in the process."

Ben nodded, watching her.

Taylor's voice became softer, slower in her delivery, and sexier.

"When you get super turned on, you start to progress to an orgasm, that starts your 'timer'. You are then forced to cum in a matter of what, five or six minutes tops, am I right?"

"Yeah, I guess." Ben said, embarrassed.

"Hey! I've seen your videos, remember?"

Ben felt silly and just nodded. Being sex-coached by Taylor had to be one of the strangest experiences of his life. Well, other than the amateur porn videos with his mom.

"Ok, let's go slow. Touch my breast with one hand and slowly, SLOWLY, stroke yourself with the other." She commanded.

Ben gripped her left breast with his left hand, and jacked himself off with his right.

"Are you right-handed?"

"Yes."

"Switch to your left and grab me with your right. It will help keep you from starting your timer."

Ben saw what she was doing. Taylor was actually helping him perform better. In that moment, in the simple act of switching his hands, he became aware that his videos were falling short of what they could and should do.

'Longer videos that cater to my audience. That should be more of my focus. It's all about the visuals,' her point was sinking in.

He groped her marvelous tits, but felt guilty and wanted to play it off. "I think I get what you're trying to say, Taylor."

'Damn, her breasts feel amazing.' Ben realized that Taylor was the hottest woman, besides his mom, who he had ever touched. He also realized that, left hand or right, he could easily cum at any moment.

"Do you?" Taylor stepped away from him, flopping onto the couch and removing her shorts and panties.

She spread her legs, opening her bare pussy. Her labia parted and Ben saw she was wet. She smiled up at him. Her body looked amazing. Ben was momentarily shocked by her graphic pose.

Ben figured he'd said the right thing to unlock the "fucking" part of their lesson. Finally!

He took hold of his stiff, thick cock, and sunk to kneel on the floor in front of the couch between her legs. Ben roughly gripped one of Taylors tits and placed his dickhead against her perfectly shaved cunt. He smiled at her and started pushing his hips forward to penetrate her.

Taylor halted him with a hand on his chest.

"Woah, there cowboy! What do you think you're doing?"

Ben paused, his right hand latched powerfully over her left breast. He screwed up his face, confused, still holding his dick at her threshold. He could feel her wetness on his cockhead.

"This isn't about fucking. This is about you learning how to make better videos. We're not on some date where you fuck me for five minutes then apologize afterward."

Ben was at a loss. "What do I do?"

"Stand there and talk to me while you stroke your cock."

"What?"

"Do it! And try not to cum." Taylor wasn't smiling now.

Ben rose away from her, cock in hand, and began talking. "So, what should I do now? Just stand here and talk?"

Taylor blinked her eyes slowly, "God, you're clueless. No! You have to develop a swagger, a sexy style. You're sexy, but it's a physical thing, Ben. You aren't working it. You have to say, 'I've been wanting this ever since I first set eyes on you, Taylor. God, you're hot. I can't wait to fill you up,' that sort of thing."

Ben was embarrassed yet again. 'Of course, I knew that.' He shook his head.

"You stroke that beautiful, thick cock of yours, then after you prolong the intrigue, you bend down and rub my pussy."

Ben began his sexy talk.

"Jesus, Taylor. I never knew how attracted to you I was until now. You are so sexy and beautiful, and so...sexy. I've been wanting to fuck you for a long, very long time." Ben got on his knees and reached for her pussy with his hand.

"Stop. Okay, that was a little awkward, but better than I expected. Not bad. You'll need to practice that until it comes more naturally for you."

"Okay, thanks."

Taylor continued, "Do you have a problem staying hard?"

As she looked up at him, her chest rose and fell. She was obviously excited. Taylor had the sexiest look about her, like she was as turned on as Ben was at that moment.

"'Staying hard'? "Ben chuckled. "No, not even close."

"Okay, then you shouldn't have to stroke your cock unless the camera is on you, you know? Not unless you're keeping yourself hard, staying edged."

She was actually presenting Ben with constructive ideas, despite the fact that he badly wanted to spear her with his cock and she seemed ready for him to do just that.

"That's a good idea," Ben agreed.

"And a personal word of advice, you should always kiss a woman before you touch her pussy for the first time. Kissing is a huge turn on and can get the woman prepared for what's to come. It can also make a scene look more realistic. The kind of porn we do needs to be better than what the pros do."

Taylor was looking at Ben with a sultry expression on her face. She was biting her lower lip. Ben could see a droplet of wetness leak from her pussy and disappear, running down between her cheeks.

"God, you're beautiful, Taylor. I could get lost in you." Ben moved his body toward her and kissed Taylor's soft, full lips. His right hand softly made contact with her hot pussy. He moaned through closed lips as their tongues twirled together. He could tell Taylor was enjoying the kiss as much as he was.

Taylor moaned, her breath was sweet with a hint of alcohol lingering from the beer.

Ben teased the outside of her wet lips for a few seconds, then penetrated her with his extended middle finger as they continued kissing.

Taylor quickly pulled his finger out and moved his hand away from her pussy. She broke off their kiss.

"You can't just stick your fingers in me like that! Try to get a feel for whether I even like that or not. You need to spend more time working the woman up, Ben. Personally, rubbing me feels good, but poking me with fingers doesn't. Every woman is different."

"Sorry." Ben didn't want to dwell on his failed attempt to finger-fuck Taylor, so he immediately returned to kissing her and rubbing with his fingertips. His other hand was off his cock, playing with her breasts and exploring her tight, smooth body.

He and Taylor kissed passionately for several minutes until Ben felt he'd been patient enough. They continued kissing and he again put his fat cock head against the entrance of her pussy.

Taylor felt him again prepare to penetrate her and again put her hand on his chest, stopping him again.

Ben sighed in frustration.

She pushed his chest away from her, his knees on the ground as she lay back on the couch. "Having sex doesn't mean you just fuck the woman. Let's see how evolved your oral skills are."

Taylor pushed him down by his shoulders to where his head was between her legs. "With your limited experience, I'm not expecting you to be very good down there, so pay attention to my body...and listen."

Taylor gazed at his body as he knelt between her open legs. The top of his big cock stuck up from his waist obviously still very erect. She noticed.

"You're still hard?"

"Yes, it hurts it's so hard."

"Alex would be soft already, anyway, that's good. The longer it stays hard, and the more you edge, the bigger and more powerful your cum shot will be."

"Really?" Ben hadn't heard this before.

"Usually, yes."

Ben filed this away as an advantage he had over most guys and Taylor continued her tutorial.

"Now, you're going to lick me. Start by slowly kissing my breasts, then my tummy, working your way down to my crotch. Then lick my clit and my lips. Do what you would normally do after that. Let me see what you can do."

Ben eagerly did as he was instructed. He licked and kissed Taylor's firm, heavy breasts, sucking her thick nipples in, one after the other.

Taylor cooed and sighed, wriggling her slim body in Ben's embrace.

"Let's focus on oral skills for now and forget about the visual thing," she whispered, closing her eyes.

Ben kissed his way down and slowed as his lips travelled down her soft, flat tummy. His chin bumped her shaved pubic mound. He kissed his way lower and heard Taylor's breathing change. It was faster, shallower. He could feel her excitement as she writhed below him.