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 Author: Nimby
Title: Diary of a Porn Pro
Part: 3 Mom Takes Things In Hand
Keywords: MFFF, oral

   DIARY OF A PORN PRO

   by

   NIMBY

   Copyright (C) 2011 by KGV All rights reserved.

   All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely fictitious

   MOM TAKES THINGS IN HAND

   So there I was, standing naked in a classy living room, being ogled by a
50-year-old woman, who I had only just met and looked to be 40, along with
her two daughters.  Quite frankly, it was not a situation I felt
comfortable in.  Well, I had sung my song, done my little tease, and now it
was time for me to put my clothes back on and go.

   But "Mom" saw things differently.  I don't think she realized I was
simply a singing greeting card; she thought I was a complete birthday
present.  Lock, stock, and barrel.  "Yes, this is a pleasant surprise," she
said, looking up into my eyes.  "Whose bright idea was it?"

   "We shared the cost," muttered Sara, not willing to take the complete
blame although I suspected the idea had been all hers.

   Her mother ran her hands up the insides of my thighs.  "Just how old are
you, young man?"

   "T-t-t-twenty-three."

   She sighed and brushed the back of her hand against my scrotum.  "What a
wonderful age." She plucked at one of my balls and squeezed it gently
between her fingertips.  "Everything so fresh and nice." My entire body
tensed.  "This is what you need, Belen, darling.  Somebody like this."

   "Hector was an asshole, Mother, but he wasn't entirely a wimp."

   "Don't tell me he was hung like this."

   "No, mother," her daughter said, moving in for a better video angle on
my pride and joy, "he wasn't hung like that."

   Bebe dipped her head and took my cock into her mouth.  Her sudden
movement surprised us all.  Surprised?  Hell, it shocked us all!

   "Mother!" exclaimed Sara.  "That's more than we paid for!"

   I gulped.  "T-that's all right." Bebe sucked me deep into her throat,
and I groaned.  "It's her birthday--let her have her fun.  After all,
she'll only be fifty once."

   "Bless you my boy," she breathed, letting my cock fall free from her
mouth.  She licked the tip, then pulled the shaft up and back so that she
could get at my scrotum.  She sucked each testicle into her mouth, one at a
time.

   "Oh, God!" I groaned and twined my fingers in her hair, running them all
the way down to the gray roots.  This woman was not a stranger to a cock.
No, indeed.  She tongued the crease between my balls, then returned her
tongue to poke at the tiny hole in the tip of my prick.  She teased it,
then sucked, encouraging the flow of my lubricating fluids.

   "Mother!  You shouldn't be doing that--he might have a disease."

   "No disease," I hissed, trying to maintain my masculine composure while
this 50-year-old tried to turn by cock inside out with her incredible oral
suction.

   "Just go and cut the birthday cake," her mother ordered.  "Champagne's
in the fridge." Then she returned to her task as one chastised daughter
left the room and the other zeroed in on the video action.  Bebe grasped by
balls gently in one hand and began mouth-stroking my cock.  In and out, in
and out, sucking hard each time the tip came between her lips.  A satisfied
purr came from deep in her throat and I grunted in time with her strokes.

   I combed my fingers through her hair again, then dropped my hands to her
almost bare shoulders.  Her skin was soft and creamy.  I gently pushed the
shoulder straps off the points of her shoulders and they fell down her
arms. Bebe did not let that distract her.  She pulled her arms free and let
the top drop down to her waist without missing a mouth stroke on my cock.
Her well-filled lacy black bra was a sight to behold.

   Belen saw what I was attempting, looked up, and grinned.  She handed me
the video camera and dropped down on her knees beside her mother.  While I
focused in on the action, she reached behind her mother and released her
bra.  I caught a beautiful picture as it fell away to bare a humongous pair
of tits that rose and fell in time with the woman's cock-numbing mouth
strokes.

   But Bebe was completely oblivious to what we were doing.  She was
embarked on a challenge of her own, attempting to deep throat me.  Starting
to choke, she released my cock, and gasped.  "I can't do it."

   "Sure you can, Mom," Belen encouraged.  "It's easy.  Like this."

   I framed a nice view and captured a close-up of her as the young woman
swallowed my complete cock in only three strokes.  "See, Mom.  Just take it
slow and easy.  Let you throat get used to it."

   Once again, the mother applied herself to the task she had set out to
do. More stroking, ever deeper, until her mouth was finally pressed around
the base of my cock.  God, my entire length was completed buried in the
woman's mouth and throat.

   "What the hell?" Sara had returned just in time to see my balls dangling
from her bare-breasted mother's mouth.  The woman had an ecstatic grin and
I had my toes curled while I tried to keep from shooting my load down her
throat and directly into her belly.  Sara looked at me and shook her head.
"I'm so sorry.  I never dreamed something like this would happen."

   "It's okay." I forced a smile and raised my free hand to my forehead to
wipe away the sweat.  The other hand held the camera pointed down at where
the mother and daughter were swapping tongue licks on my shaft.  "Parties
can be unpredictable--oh, shit!" I gasped.  "I'm gonna cum."

   "Mother!" Sara exclaimed in alarm.  "Watch out!  He's going to cum!"

   But the mother just looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes and
smiled. She pushed her younger daughter aside, claiming my entire cock for
herself, and gulped it back into her mouth.  Her head began bobbing up and
down rapidly, pushing me to the limit.  Her breathing quickened as she
sucked harder, stroked faster.

   "Oh, shit!" I cried again.  My cock lurched and splattered the back of
her throat with my juices.  She swallowed every drop as fast as I could
produce it.  Eventually, I stopped spurting.  I slumped, and she let my
cock fall free from her mouth.  It was only a shadow, now, of its former
proud glory.  A wet, worm-like protrusion from an over-strained body.

   "What a magnificent appetizer," Bebe said brightly.  "I feel ten years
younger."

   "That puts you back to thirty," I said, my breathing not yet settled
back to normal.

   "Oh!  You are a sweet one." She pushed a pair of puckered lips up toward
mine.

   I accepted, and breathed in the musty scent of my own essence as my
tongue briefly touched her lips.

   "Come," she said, "I'm dying for a taste of my birthday cake."

   I had to laugh.  The woman was certainly enjoying her day.  I reached
for my clothes.  I had done my job; it was time for my exit.

   "John!  What are you doing?"

   "I-I'm--"

   "Don't be silly!  The party's just beginning."



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