Chapter 5

I almost laughed out loud, but meekly nodded my head as if he’d won the argument. What it did accomplish was that it verified he was not going to contact the authorities.

He continued in a demanding tone as he spoke. The liquor had made him a man again, that and verbally beating up his idiot son. He explained to us how the blackmailer wants a mother-son sex video of his wife and son and it doesn’t have to be hardcore, just some scene acting, which will be enough to cause pain to my poor dad because he loves his family so much.

Unbelievably, Mom dared to speak up as she muttered, “Mother and son sex is incest, which is criminal. Can’t you pay him off or buy him some videos.”

His face got redder than I thought possible. Not only had his son interrupted him, but now his shitty cook wife had the gall to speak up. I could tell he had made up his mind now. This was going to be done, whether the blackmailer demanded it or not, because we tried to stop it.

He calmed down, letting the blood drain back down to his fat neck, before he said, “Beverly, what part of softcore don’t you understand? It’s only a few scenes of skin and a depiction of an unnatural attraction between a mother and son. You should be good at that, you’ve been faking your affection since the boy was conceived. We’re going to do this and we’re going to start now. No more lip out of either of you.”

We both nodded and waited for his instructions. The scene list I had sent to him was short as I didn’t want him to think it was over the top. He had mom change into a shorter skirt, the short one she wore for me and a tight blouse. She still had on a bra but still looked sexy. He told me to go get some running shorts on. He filmed us while she paraded around the house and I was instructed to steal glances at her legs when she’d bend over to pick something up.

This was working out well. I didn’t have to hide my leering anymore. He instructed us to accidentally bump into each other while doing routine chores around the house. He also had us hug several times at the door as if she was seeing me off or welcoming me home from school.

Then we moved to the couch to watch TV. She sat by me with our legs touching each other. I didn’t know if she noticed the goosebumps, but I figured it better for her to notice those, than the rock-hard prick straining to get out of my shorts. I kept bunching up the material so Dad wouldn’t get a glimpse of it.

He instructed her to act tired, curl her legs up and rest her head on my shoulder, accidentally touching my leg with her hand. I’m sure she felt the bumps. It was such a nice feeling when Mom touched and caressed my hairy leg for the first time. She was gentle when she stroked my thigh.

Much too soon, Dad told us to get up and do the last scene. This was one I was worried about. Mom was smart enough that she might suspect something.

Dad instructed me to retire to my room, take off my shorts and get in bed and act like I was sleeping. I was only to have a sheet covering me. I’m sure I saw a small smirk on mom’s face. I wondered what she was thinking. Did she suspect I had something to do with this? After I left to go to my room, I heard them going to their bedroom. I couldn’t hear them, but I’m sure he was instructing her what to wear.

Mom entered with Dad following with his phone camera, recording our movements and actions. Mom was wearing a short bathrobe and although I was supposed to be asleep, I stared at her legs through slits. I’m sure the sheet tent got higher, but nothing was said.

Mom stood at the edge of the bed and smiled as Dad filmed the act of a mom checking out her sleeping son. She patted my shoulder to wake me up. Leaning over, she allowed her robe to part and I looked down to see the insides of her bare breasts. This was not included in our script, so mom had improvised much to my prick’s approval.

As soon as I feigned waking up, Dad told us we were finished with tonight’s list. He turned and went to his office to send off the video. Mom smiled, turned and returned to her room. I soon got the email from Dad and the video wasn’t great, but I didn’t care. I blasted off two loads from the memories of interacting with Mom.

The next morning at breakfast, Mom didn’t mention the previous night or anything pertaining to the filming. We talked as normal and I went to work. I had composed an email to Dad last night and timed it to be sent at a different time of day today.

Not bad for the first attempt. Your son and wife looked nervous. They didn’t portray the loving mother-son relationship that I’m looking for. I want them to be more comfortable with each other. Tell them to practice while you’re not there, so they don’t look so stiff during their acting. I want you to retake the scenes I sent before.

Arriving home late afternoon, Mom and I worked on the project list again. Before Dad came home, Mom changed into her conservative clothes. We ate in silence and he left early for his home office, probably to suck down more liquid bravery. He emerged later and commanded, “I don’t think you two did a good acting performance last night and we’re in jeopardy of losing everything I’ve worked for all these years. You need to act more professional and from this point forward you need to practice the scenes while I’m not here so you do better. Beverly, you need to act more like a loving mother than the old hag you are.”

We meekly nodded, knowing it’d do no good to argue. We changed to the same outfits as the previous night and repeated the scenes, but acted more passionate. In one of the hugging scenes, I ran my hand down to Mom’s ass and lightly squeezed her firm cheek. Hot air gushed across my neck as Mom’s excitement increased. Feeling braver, I kissed her several times on her smooth neck. Dad didn’t say anything and kept filming, thinking we were trying to improve our performance.

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