My Mother is a Porn Star

Imagine my surprise when I found out my mother was a porn star. Now imagine how freaked out I was when I realized I was in love with her. I knew incest was wrong, yet it didn’t change the way I felt. In fact, I was willing to do whatever it took in order to get what I wanted. There was only one thing I didn’t know. Would my mother willingly have sex with me or would I have to blackmail her?

Excerpt from My Mother is a Porn Star:
“Hi, honey,” she said. “How was your day?”

“Good,” I replied. “You?”

“Great!” she said, eagerly. “I sold another house.” Obviously, she was lying, but she was such a good actress I had to remind myself she was only pretending to be a real estate agent. The guilt I harbored about what I was getting ready to do faded away. She had been lying to me for my entire life. It was only right that I use the same technique to get what I wanted. Hopefully, she would not call my bluff because I could never actually tell my father what his beloved wife really did for a living. Dad was an emotional guy and finding out she was a porn star would destroy him.

“That’s awesome,” I said, playing along. “Would you mind joining me?” I quickly added. I tapped the couch cushion to my right.

She hesitated for a second, then joined me on the couch.

“What is it, honey?” she asked. “Is something wrong?”

I chuckled.

“Yeah, you could say that.” I reached for the TV remote and pressed the power button. I had plugged my phone into the large device and the video I had selected for the occasion now played on an endless loop. Currently, we could see a younger version of my mother giving some buff guy a blowjob.

I watched the video for a few seconds, then turned to my mother. She sat there, frozen in shock. I could tell she was stunned, but not overly surprised. She must have known it was only a matter of time before I found out what she truly did for a living. However, I seriously doubt she had planned for what I was about to do.

“I-I can explain,” she finally said, her voice wavering.

“No need,” I told her. “I already know everything. In fact, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I unplugged my phone and the TV went dark. It took only a few swipes for me to bring up the compromising images I had taken of my mother. I could easily have used one of her countless videos to blackmail her, but showing her I had seen her perform live somehow seemed more appropriate given the circumstances.

My mother looked at the pictures, unmoving. She didn’t even speak. Or breathe. She just sat there and watches as I showed her picture after picture of her being intimate with a strapon-wearing young woman.

When she finally spoke, she wasn’t angry. Nor was she embarrassed. She was simply confused.

“Why are you showing me this?” she asked.

I hesitated. This was it. The moment that would mean the difference between seeing my dream fulfilled and seeing it shattered into a million tiny pieces. Part of me felt guilty, but deep down I knew I was doing the right thing. Not only would I forever regret it if I backed down now, but my mother deserved to be punished for lying to me all these years. The fact that she did it with such ease only made me resent her more.

“Dad doesn’t know, does he?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.

“No,” she admitted. “And you must promise me never to tell him.”

“Funny you should say that,” I responded. After one final moment of hesitation, I took the plunge. “I’ll keep your secret, but only on one condition.”

I expected my mother to be angry, but she just nodded in agreement as though it was the most logical thing in the world. Well, perhaps it was, but she was about to get one hell of a surprise.

“I won’t tell Dad what you really do for a living,” I promised, “but in exchange, you must do something for me.”

“What is it?” asked my mother, sounding genuinely curious.

“I want you to… have sex with me.”