The camera sat on the tripod in the corner of the bedroom, red light blinking like it was already hungry. Linda adjusted the angle one last time, making sure the wide lens caught the whole bed. She was forty-eight, thick in the hips and heavy in the tits, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to her nipples. Her son, Mark, twenty-three and built like he lifted every day, stood by the door watching her.
"You sure about this, Mom?" he asked, voice already rough.
Linda turned, robe falling open. "Shut the door and get over here. We've talked about it enough. You want to fuck your mother on camera or not?"
Mark crossed the room fast. His hands went straight to her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs rubbing the stiff peaks. Linda moaned low and grabbed his belt, yanking it open. She shoved his jeans down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, already thick and leaking at the tip.
"Fuck, you're hard for me," she said, stroking him slow and tight. "Say it. Tell the camera who you're about to fuck."
Mark glanced at the lens, then back at her. "I'm about to fuck my mom. My own mother. On camera."
Linda dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth without another word. She sucked deep, gagging on the first thrust, spit running down her chin. Mark's hands fisted in her hair and he started fucking her throat, hips snapping forward while the camera recorded every wet sound.
"Look at the lens," he growled. "Show them how much you love your son's dick."
She pulled off just long enough to grin up at the camera, lips shiny. "I love it. Been wanting it for years." Then she swallowed him again, deeper, choking and moaning around the shaft.
They moved to the bed. Linda climbed on first, on all fours, ass up, facing the camera so her heavy tits hung down. Mark knelt behind her and rubbed his cock through her soaked folds.
"Beg for it," he said.
"Put it in your mother's cunt," Linda answered, voice shaking.
"Fuck me raw. Fill me up while that camera watches."
He slammed in hard. Linda cried out, pushing back to take every inch. Mark gripped her hips and pounded her, the slap of skin loud and filthy. The camera caught the way her ass rippled, the way her pussy stretched around him, cream already coating his shaft.
"Harder," she panted. "Make it hurt. Make sure the video shows what a slut your mom is."
Mark reached under her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast while he fucked her. Linda came first, body locking up, cunt pulsing around him as she moaned his name. He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her legs wide, and drove back in, staring down at her while the camera recorded her face.
"Look at the lens when you come again," he ordered.
She did. Eyes glassy, mouth open, she came a second time while her son railed her. Mark followed right after, burying himself deep and unloading, thick ropes of cum pumping into her. He pulled out slow so the camera could see his load leaking from her swollen pussy.
They weren't done. Linda rolled onto her stomach, reached back, and spread herself. "Again. Fuck my ass this time. Film it all."
Mark slicked his cock with more spit and her own cum, then pressed against her tight hole. He worked in slow at first, then deeper, until he was buried to the balls in his mother's ass. Linda pushed back, taking it, moaning nonstop.
"Talk to the camera," she gasped. "Tell them you're fucking your mother's ass."
Mark looked straight at the lens while he thrust. "I'm balls-deep in my mom's ass. She's taking every inch. She's mine."
They kept going until the camera's battery light started flashing. Linda came again with three fingers in her cunt and Mark's cock stretching her ass. He pulled out and painted her back and ass with another load, thick white streaks the camera caught in perfect detail.
Afterward they lay tangled, breathing hard. Linda reached over and hit the stop button on the camera. She smiled at her son, lazy and satisfied.
"Upload it tonight," she said. "Let the whole world see what we do when the camera's on."
Mark kissed her hard, already getting hard again against her thigh. "Only if we film the next one too."
Linda laughed, low and dirty. "We will. Every time."
