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I pounded my head on the desk. My account was nearly dry. I had been working all summer, but between gas and helping Mom out at home, my funds had not really had the chance to grow. The plan had been that I would go to school and finish up my creative writing degree. I'd start pumping out the books and Mom and I'd be rolling in the JK Rowling money.

Life, of course, has a way of throwing you curves balls just when you think you've got everything managed enough to start making plans and these plans were not going to pan out.

Mom owned her house. It was bought and paid for. A going away present from Dad after the divorce. She told him she didn't want half of anything he had. Just the house and their son. So, dad took his little nineteen year old mistress and skipped town, leaving me and the house with Mom.

A house this size wasn't cheap to maintain though. It was a nice two-story home behind a wrought iron fence that surrounded the entire lush, green yard. And utilities alone had broken Mom's bank account.

She told me this morning that she'd gotten a letter from the electric company. We were past due on our bills and they would be turning us off Friday.

Today was Thursday.

Slowly, I lifted my head from my desk and brushed my dark mane out of my eyes. My ears laid flat as I brushed the wiry hair back over my equine head then sprang up again. If my mom was going to pay for the utilities in her house, school for me was out of the question. Together, we'd barely be able to break even, but we'd make it.

With a mournful nicker, I reached for the mouse beside my keyboard and opened my computer's web browser. I needed to get my mind off of... all of it. I typed 'swtor.com' in the url bar and rested a finger on the enter key. My heart just wasn't in it. How was I even going to have time for games? I'd have to get another part time job on top of the one I was working.

I deleted the url and tapped my fingers thoughtfully on the keyboard.

'Sexy dolphin teens in skimpy one-piece swimsuits'

Might as well mindlessly feed my addiction to filling my wallpapers folder with random pictures. I've got windows set up to cycle my desktop wallpaper every minute, drawing randomly from the selection in the designated folder. Now, I think I was up to about fifteen gigs. But more is always better, even if I would probably never see ninety-percent of them.

Image search did not disappoint. My fingers mindlessly clicked and saved picture after picture of sexy, sultry, and cute dolphin girls, and a few orcas that some idiots mislabeled. Not that I was complaining. Side boob. Underboob. Fabric stretched tightly over budding boobs.

Then, as usual, I spotted one picture of a large bottlenose with his arms around a much, much younger girl, holding her bare breasts in his palms while she herself cradled her round belly. Beside her, a more mature bottlenose woman knelt in the soft sand, cradling her own round tummy while another younger male cupped her ample breast. The picture, arousing as it was, had the label 'Top 10 most disturbing family photos'.

Most of them were... odd, but none of them were nearly as appealing or arousing as the one in the image search. Fucking click-bait.

Still, it was enough to get my juices flowing. My free hand snaked down past the elastic band of my sweat pants and rubbed at the soft fur of my sheathe stretched around my growing arousal. As the heel of my palm brushed against the head of my dick that had only just began to emerge, my mouse-hand darted over the keyboard. New search time.

From wallpaper saving to porn. Pure, unadulterated porn. Being a twenty-year-old stallion, it took very little to get me going. My fingers flew over the keys, typing in the very thing on my mind: 'pregnant dolphin teen fucked hard'. Because I was barely in the mood for gentle yiffing.

The plethora of links that appeared stunned me for a moment. Not because I was shocked to find so many, but because for a moment, I wasn't sure which one to pick. Finally, I decided to start at the top and work my way down.

The first link showed me a wide range of videos, each with a different dolphin in various stages of fucked by a different cock. Knotted ones. Barbed ones. Ridged ones. I clicked on the thumbnail of a teen with small little boobs and a vent stretched obscenely around a huge Clydesdale's cock. Naturally.

I'm not a vindictive person, but I thought that if my life was getting fucked up, I wanted to watch this dolphin's pussy get fucked up.

The page started to load, then instantly shot away to an ad-page. I rolled my eyes and sighed. My fingers guided the mouse to the 'view video' button then stopped. As the ad loaded, it showed a ferret about my age holding up two handfuls of money and wearing nothing but a huge grin on his muzzle.

"MAKE MONEY MAKING PORN!' the ad said. My brow furrowed and I started rolling my bottom lip between my flat teeth. I wasn't going to make porn. I was far to self-conscious. But I clicked it anyway.

The pop up brought the company's page up with a bright flashing HELP WANTED in the middle of the screen. Under the flashing sign, there was a list of all of the things the company wanted to film and the location of the film crew for that thing beneath it.

Dolphin girls, dolphin girls, dolphin girls... Naturally, Albuquerque didn't have any crews looking for dolphin fuck videos to film. I sighed and rubbed the golden fur over my temples. Fine. Control-F, Albuquerque... One result. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I tapped the down arrow and the page snapped to the one instance of 'Albuquerque' highlighted in orange. 'Get Bred!' the video link said. I clicked it and shook my head. At least I wouldn't have to worry about pulling out.

There was an entire synopsis for what the film crew had in mind. Young male gets to fuck and knock up his girlfriend live for everyone to see! Of course, it wouldn't be filmed live, but...

My heart sank.

The sole requirement was that any applicants be couples. The reason they gave was that they wanted the joy and happiness seen to be genuine.

I was about to back out when the payment caught my eye. Fifty-thousand each! I could go down town, fuck some chick, cum inside her for the camera, then walk out with fifty-grand! I didnt have a girlfriend, but... How hard could it be to find someone to-...

"Who's paying who fifty-thousand-dollars for what?" a familiar voice called behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin!

I yanked my hand out of my trousers and twisted in my chair to stare at my mom. She stared right back with her big brown eyes. "Ah, nothing, I just..." Fuck...

"Did you find a job here that pays that much money?" she asked, lifting a hand to rub at the chocolate fur of her neck, just above the collar of her Walking Dead t-shirt.

Damn it fuck shit balls! "Uh... yeah... S-someone is shooting a porno downtown. But they want couples only, so-..."

"Oh," Mom said, licking her lips as her eyes turned downcast. "If it sounds too good to be true..." Her brow furrowed and she looked me in the eye again. "What about Cindy? I know you guys are just friend, but if you could come home with twenty-five-thousand, then-..."

"They're paying fifty a piece." I grimaced. What the fuck was I doing!?

"Fifty thousand a piece!?" she asked, her eyes growing wide. She stared at me for several minutes then licked her lips again.

"I could ask Cindy, but I don't think she'd go for it."

"Why not?" she asked, moving forward to peer at the fine print on the screen.

"They're shooting a breeding flic. I'd have to cum inside her and they'd probably make a good long show of it and all that." I offered an apologetic smile.

"Oh," she said again, staring intently at the screen. I followed her gaze and noticed she was staring straight at the '$50,000' on the screen. "It's quite a lot of money for an hour or so, isn't it?"

I nodded and opened my muzzle to apologize, but she cut me off.

"What if I went with you?" she asked, forcing her eyes away from the money on the computer screen.

"What!?" I asked, more than a little shocked.

"What if you and I went down there and shot their porno for them? That's a hundred thousand dollars in our pockets."

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "It wouldn't be pretending! We're going to... Mom, you're going to have to let me fuck you! They're going to make sure I cum in you!"

"I can get a morning-after pill," she said, straightening up slowly. "Just because you'd cum in me doesn't mean I have to get pregnant."

The nonchalant way she talked about this shocked me, to say the least. It was like she was talking about taking me to see Zootopia or something!

"They'll probably want me to wear something presentable," she said, turning on her hoof and rushing out the door. "I'm going to go get dressed!"

I wanted to argue more, but she was already gone. I slumped in my chair and buried my face in my hands. This was insane. My mother was excited about shooting a porn flic with me, her own son!

With another heavy sigh, I rose and moved toward my closet. If they were expecting a couple, I might as well dress like I was on a date with my girlfriend, right? I pulled a comfortable pair of black slacks on and tucked a white polo shirt in.

"Well well!" mom said behind me.

I turned around and my jaw hit the floor.

She was wearing a skimpy black dress that barely went half way down her thighs and reached the top of her sheer black garters. Her top was no more mom-like. The black straps were noodle thin, looping up and over her shoulders to disappear behind what I could only guess was a bare back, from the rest of the way the dress looked.

My eyes stared at the low-cut neckline of her dress. Her bellybutton played peek-a-boo with me and the cleavage of her ample boobs... I was sure if she moved to fast, her nipples would slip out of the black fabric stretched over her bust. Almost half of each boob was just hanging out in the open!

"Don't you look spiffy?" she asked and smiled. "Come on, I'll drive!"

As she turned and shuffled out of my bedroom, I called out in one final effort to get out of this "But you don't even know where it is!"

"Sure I do!" she said as I followed behind her, staring at her, yup, mostly bare back. "The website you were looking at said Central, right across the street from the university!"

Good, right across from UNM? Then maybe we'd get there and there would already be some couple fucking like catholic bunny rabbits. Please God let there already be a couple fucking like catholic bunny rabbits!

Before I knew it, I was buckling into the passenger seat of my mother's car and we were of. I had to keep staring out the passenger window. If I even glimpsed my mom out of the corner of my eye, my eyes instantly locked on the profile of her exposed tit heaving with every breath. She was really excited about this, wasn't she!?

As if to read my mind, she turned and smiled at me and reached a hand out to set on my thigh gently. "It's been so long since I've been with a man. Well... since I was pregnant with you, really. Once I started to show, your father sort of lost interest."

"Mom!" I exclaimed, willing me cock to stay in its sheathe. "I cant know that!"

"Ricky," she said in that even mom-tone, "We're going to show up at this place and you're going to have sex with me. I think me talking about my past sex life is officially on the table, don't you?"

Damn it, she was right. I harumphed and turned to stare out the window as we got deeper into town. Her hand snaked its way up my thigh and gently pressed her fingers against my thickening sheathe. I bucked against her and turned to stare wide-eyed at her again. "Mom!"

She smirked and flashed me a wink not even my ex-girlfriend ever gave me. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's looking forward to this."

I pushed her hand away and scooted up against the door as best as I could.

"Ricky," she said again, "They are looking for a couple. We wont be let in if you keep acting like that and.. it's a hundred thousand dollars, Ricky. We could both use that kind of money."

When I looked back, her brown eyes were brimming and my heart broke. I sighed heavily and nodded. "You're right," I conceded. "It's just... weird."

She snorted and shook her head as she started to look for a parking space. "Your browser history begs to differ."

My blood ran cold.

"I've seen those videos you like to look at. Sons fucking their moms." She smiled and pulled the car into an empty spot along the sidewalk. "Think of this as a dream come true."

I opened my door a moment after her and stepped out onto the hot sidewalk on rubbery legs. She moved around to my side of the car and gave me that firm 'or else' look she was so good at then smiled. She looked happier than I had ever seen her. Suddenly, she had more of a spring in her step and I couldn't help but feel lightened by her act. Or mood. Or whatever this was.

"Come on, it's right down here!" she said, looping her arm with mine.

The looks we were getting were not lost on me. As the saying goes, all of the women who saw her wanted to be her and all the men wanted to fuck her. And me, her only son, was about to do just that.

My sheathe thickened more despite my nervousness. Keep cool, I reminded myself as I forced a smile on my muzzle. We're dating. We're a couple. And I'm going to fuck her like she's my girlfriend.

Mom stopped us and pointed at the door of a building that, like all of the windows on the glass front, was covered with thick black plastic. "Looks like the place," she said and led me toward the front door.

I pulled it open for her, as she always taught me I should, then followed her into the air conditioned studio beyond. It was nothing short of what I had expected. A mock hotel room had been set up near the back and between us and it was a half dozen cameras, lighting equipment, and several men who had all turned to watch us enter.

Strangely, their eyes stayed on mine and Mom's. Not one of them gave a catcalls or anything like that. One of them, an otter in a t-shirt and jeans, stepped forward and grinned. "Is there something I can help you fine young people with?" But his eyes betrayed him. They glanced over Mom's dress and he knew exactly why we were there.

"Yeah," I said, forcing confidence into my voice. "We found an ad online about shooting-..."

"Yes, I thought as much." He winked at mom and waved us over. "We arent going to give you a script or anything. We're just going to ask your names, get some basic information for you, shoot you an intro to the film, then let you get to it, alright?"

Mom and I exchanged a glance and I nodded. "Sure, sounds good."

"Oh, one more thing," he plucked something up from a table beside his director's chair and turned to face us again. "Just, you know, a bit of pre-film prep."

"What is that?" Mom asked as the otter moved around to her side.

"Huh?" he asked, glancing to the item in his hand. As close as he was, I could finally see it was a syringe. "Just a little bit of insurance, that's all. It's single use, seal's intact, see?" he asked, holding it up so Mom and I could see the needle safely protected behind the plastic sheathe. The seal was in fact unbroken.

I glanced at the label, but what I could see of it was a word I couldn't recognize. Some medical mumbojumbo.

"Okay," Mom said with a nervous smile.

The otter cracked the seal and pulled the plastic case away from the metal needle. He poked Mom in the arm and squeezed the small amount of clear liquid into her. "Alright, now let's get to it, shall we?" he asked, snapping the case back on the needle and setting it aside.

He waved us through the equipment and toward the bed they had set up there. Mom sat down on the edge of the bed, careful to keep her knees pressed tightly together and I sat at her side.

I saw mom set her hands on her smooth, stockinged thighs and my eyes lingered for a moment on the soft, chocolate fur hidden beneath the sheer black fabric. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks and a small voice whispered in my ear, reminding me that we were supposed to be dating. They did, after all, want legitimate couples.

I reached down and took one of her hands in my own. She smiled and me and gently kissed my chin. My heart leapt in my chest. She tucked her head up under my chin and nuzzled her cheek against the hollow of my throat in a way very unlike what she had ever done before.

"Why don't we start with your names?" the otter asked, pulling my attention away.

"I'm Richard," I said stiffly as I turned my attention away from my mother's gentle affections.

"And I'm Nicole," Mom said, ignoring the otter for the most part as she continued nuzzling and scooting herself closer against me.

"Rich and Nicole," the otter said more enthusiastic than a normal person might about hearing someone's names. "Ricky and Nikki! I like it. How long have you been an item?"

"Um..." We hadn't agreed on any of the details on the way here like we should have. I began to panic.

"Gosh," Mom said. "It's been so long, I have forgotten what it was like without Ricky in my life," she said and I could tell it was an honest answer. I felt the same way obviously, but unlike her, I didn't have a life before meeting Mom.

"It's like she's been there my entire life," I said, tilting my head so I could stare at my mother as best as I could. "Maybe in a way she has."

"That's adorable," the otter said with a forced swoon in his voice. "You guys really look like you cant imagine life apart."

Mom pulled her head from beneath my chin and stared into my eyes. A small smile played across her muzzle and her eyes shone with a light that must have come from within. "I cant," she said. "And I don't want to."

I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and gently pressed my lips against her own. She touched my face with her gentle palms and held me still as she returned the kiss and slid her tongue over my lips.

"That's sweet," our director said. "That's so sweet. Have you kids ever considered the future? Any kids been planned yet?"

As our lips parted, Mom hummed thoughtfully and rested her hand on my crotch. I gave a gentle groan as my sheathe instantly thickened. Her digits traced over the outline of my sheathe and testicles as if she'd done it a thousand times.

"We haven't really talked about it," Mom said, then looked over her shoulder directly into one of the camera lenses. "But we're certainly open to children in our future."

"Oh yeah? So you're not against it?"

Both of us shook our heads, at a loss really. What was there to say to that?

"Well, then why don't we make it happen? Here and now, why don't you show us the two of you getting your family started?"

Mom and I stared deep into one another's eyes and smiled. I felt her fingers tighten on my sheathe as the tip began to emerge into my boxers. "I'd like that," she said barely louder than a whisper.

"So would we!" the otter said excitedly. "Let's see it then! I'm sure everyone wants to see you get bred!"

A part of me wanted to snicker as he snuck the title of the video in there with as much subtlety as a blow horn. Another part of me wanted to stand up and run.

A much larger part of me lifted my hands and drew Mom into my lap. I hugged her tightly against myself and pressed my muzzle against her own again in a much deeper kiss than I had ever thought I would give her.

She moaned gently and wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging herself against me. She pressed her ample bust to my chest and grinded her hips against my own. I couldn't see at the moment, but I was sure that the moment she spread her legs on either side of my lap, her short skirt probably rode right up to the base of her tail.

I felt her tugging my polo shirt out of my pants, gathering the fabric against her palms between my shoulder-blades a split second before I felt her tongue brush past my lips and press against my own.

Our tongues grappled and my hands slowly lifted to her bare back. I ran my hands from her shoulders down to the hem of her dress, loving the feeling of her soft, warm fur against my palms and fingertips. When my hands reached the base of her tail, there was only a moment's hesitation before I dipped them low past the base of her tail toward her rump.

As I suspected, her thigh skirt had bunched up just under the hole for her tail, leaving the soft lace of her panties exposed to the air. My heart skipped a beat as my fingers brushed over her very nearly bare bum.

She gave a small moan into my mouth as I squeezed her rump. She lifted her hips lightly, allowing me easier access to her ass. I took it. I cupped the soft globes of each butt cheek against my palms for a moment then let my hands move down her firm thighs to the tops of her hose.

A pressure beneath my arms drew my attention away. I broke our kiss with some reluctance and lifted my hands up over my head and my shirt soon followed. Mom pulled the fabric away and tossed it aside, leaving my chest bare to the cameras. I thought I would be more self-conscious about it, but all I really cared about was the woman in my arms.

"I love you," I muttered as I leaned down to kiss her again. She stopped me with a hand against my chest and gently pushed me back.

Mom slowly shuffled off the bed and stood before me. She smiled down at me for a moment then reached up behind her neck and untied the straps of her dress. She slowly lowered her hands to her sides and the dress grew slack but maintained its position over her body.

She tucked her fingers beneath the hem of her dress and gave a small tug. It was enough for gravity to take hold and do its job. The black fabric cascaded over her body, sliding over her ample curves like water over smooth river stones. '

The black fabric pooled at her hooves, leaving her chocolate fur covered only in her black garter belt and hose and her lace panties.

I stared at her for what felt like an eternity, drinking in her nakedness. Her breasts were supple and firm without the faintest sag. They rose and fell with her quickening breath. Her toned belly flexed gently with each inhale and exhale. Her wide hips cocked to the side slightly and she set her hands against them. Beneath that, the hide on her thighs twitches as the muscles beneath bunched up, as though she were readying to pounce on me.

I felt pressure rapidly growing in my slacks. Without looking, I knew there had to be an enormous tent forming there. With my belt synched as tight as it was, my cock wasn't escaping like it normally would if I were wearing loose pants.

I needed this, I realized. I hadn't realized it until this moment, but I had always been willing to do anything for my mother. After Dad left, I had stepped up, doing anything and everything she needed. It had never really sunk in that after college, I would be expected to move out. A part of me always knew I was going to live with Mom all my life. This was something that had been in the back of my mind and only now was it really able to escape!

I leaned forward, setting my hands at her hips. She stepped against the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss me. My hands lifted from her hips, cupping her heavy boobs against my palms. I gave her a gentle squeeze, exploring her body for the first time. My fingers danced over her breast, learning every curve and swell of what I had nursed from so many years ago.

I felt her hands working at my belt. I felt her pull it away and toss it aside with her dress and my shirt. Her fingers worked expertly at my pants, swiftly freeing my erection. As she pulled my boxers aside, my cock sprang up, audibly slapping against my chest. I whimpered slightly, both from the sudden impact and her digits working my length from tip to base.

Her lips left mind, kissing down my neck and collarbone. As her chin brushed the tip of my cock, it lurched between us excitedly. Her muzzle opened and she slurped me past her lips. I gasped, my eyes widening as I felt her hot, wet muzzle descending steadily down my aroused dick.

She went down and down and down! I felt my head press against the back of her throat and then she swallowed it! My eyes grew even wider and my hands lifted, grabbing her ears instinctively like handlebars as I held on for dear life.

"Wait!" I gasped.

She ignored me, taking more and more of me straight down her throat as if she'd done it a million times.

"Mom, wait!"

She stopped and lifted her brown eyes to stare into my own.

One of my hands let go of her ear and gently cupped her chin. "I'm already so close," I said breathlessly. "I wanna cum in your pussy, Mom."

She stared at me for a moment, then started to lift her head. As quickly as she pulled off of me, her tongue worked wonders, caressing me, wrapping around me, and squeezing me before finally popping my cock out of her muzzle wetly.

I was going to explode then and there! I groaned deeply, watching her stand up straight on the other side of my throbbing cock that stood straight in the air like a flag pole.

She reached down between her legs and grabbed her panties. Instead of trying to take them off, she simply ripped the crotch, letting it hang open and exposing her dripping pussy to the cool studio air.

She crawled onto the bed and pushed me onto my back. I was too weak to fight her. I fell back and groaned again. My body was putty ion her hands. She pulled my pants and boxers away swiftly and crawled up onto me.

As our eyes met, I saw the same crazed animal lust I felt stirring in my breast mirrored perfectly in her brown hues. This was a side of Mom I had never seen before and would never forget!

She straddled my waist, half crouching and half standing as she wrapped her digits around the tip of my dick. She pressed the tip against her hot, wet folds and looked down into my eyes again, pausing long enough to give me a chance to back out. Or maybe prolonging the anticipation. I couldn't be sure.

Her folds spread around my cock head, stretching wide to accommodate my arousal. Her hot folds squeezed my like a vice as my tip disappeared into her body. I gasped and blinked the colors that had rushed into my vision way.

Once she seemed satisfied, she started to descend. She sank onto my cock quickly, gasping the entire descent until her hips pressed tightly against my own. She folded her knees beneath herself, her knees on either side of my hips as she arched her back.

She thrust her breast out toward me as she threw her head back and gave a deep, needy moan. I tried to sit up, my eyes locked onto her pert, black nipples. I licked my lips, intent on tasting her.

She lifted her head and set her hands on my chest, forcing me onto my back again. Holding me firmly in place, she shook her head then leaned forward and kissed the tip of my snout. "Don't move, Ricky," she said softly. "Mommy's going to take care of you."

Her muscles squeezed my dick tightly and I whinnied. My hips bucked against hers and my hands gripped her thighs tightly.

"Fuck!" I gasped. "I'm gonna cum, Mom!"

She shook her head and started to gyrate her hips. "We're just getting started. Fight it as long as you can." She leaned down again and kissed my snout then lifted herself straight again. Slowly, she lifted her hips, pulling her body up along my cock.

Her body squeezed me, pulling against the outward stroke as if it were trying to keep pull me back into her belly where I had come into this world from. I stared as her folds, stretched obscenely around my mottled cock, spread a little wider as my median ring emerged from deep inside, slicked with her juice.

Mom's legs and back were straight and she'd only just risen a little over half way off my cock! Before I could wonder where she was putting it all, she started to drop down again, putting it all back... wherever that was!

I moaned deeply and lifted my hips to meet hers. She grinded our hips together for a moment, nickering loudly as she lifted up again. Up and down, each time her body tried a little harder to hold me in place! My rapidly flaring head wasn't helping either! Every time she pressed me into her pussy, I could feel myself reaching closer and closer to where she carried me.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, lifting my hands to her hips. "I'm gonna cum! I cant hold it anymore!"

She forced herself down one more time and I felt my flared tip seat itself snuggly against the entrance of her womb. My flare spread quickly in every direction, stretching her belly noticeably. I stared, transfixed at the bulge of her belly as I felt her cervix give way and part slightly around my tip.

The feeling of her flesh rubbing over my sensitive head, even only just a little bit, set me off!

"Cum in me!" Mom gasped, squeezing my hands with her own. "Cum in Mommy's belly, Ricky!"

I felt my balls tighten against my groin and her rump. They throbbed, releasing their load that had been stored up for far too long. I felt the heat and pleasure rushing through my cock. Mom's body responded, milking me for what it knew it was about to receive!

My heat rushed into her belly and we whinnied loudly together, arching our backs as we came together! In a single moment, nothing in the world mattered. Not the men filming us. Not the bills looming over our heads like a storm cloud. Nothing mattered but our hearts beating as one and our bodies soaring to new levels of nirvana.

All good things, as they say, must come to an end. Slowly, the world began to materialize around us again. Breathing heavily, we opened our eyes and stared at each other. Strangely, none of it mattered, even as we came back to reality. I loved my mother. Deeper than I ever imagined.

She smiled down at me, giving my hands a gentle squeeze. She opened her mouth slowly, but paused. Her brow met for a moment, then her eyes widened. She stared down at me, a horror the likes of which I had never seen filling her eyes.

What was wrong? Did she finally come to her senses? Did she realize what she had just done with her own son? My heart tried to break. Would she back out now? Would she force me out? Or would she-...

Her eyes darted down to her belly and mine followed. I stared at her taut tummy, rising and falling quickly with her breast as her breathing quickened.

I began to share in her fear as her taut tummy began to grow. It was a gentle swell at first, but it was getting bigger and bigger still. At first I thought it was swelling with semen, like those cum-inflation stories I sometimes read. But I wasn't cumming anymore.

She whined and I felt her muscles suddenly squeezing my length again, milking me back to hardness as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She lifted her hands away from mine and pressed them to her belly as it started to grow noticeably faster.

Mom's tummy rounded out and ballooned outward. I felt a firmness press against the head of my cock, trying to force me out of her body as whatever it was inside of her got bigger and bigger. But Mom wasn't lifting her hips. She just stared at her tummy and as quickly as it had started, the swelling stopped.

Something inside of her shifted. I felt it against my firm cock buried in her body then I saw it, straining against the strained chocolate hide before my eyes.

Mom's hands moved, exploring the new globe of her belly. She looked like she'd swallowed a basketball! I felt whatever it was shift again and Mom gasped. "I think," she said softly, lifting her eyes to my own. "I think I'm pregnant."

"Yes you are!" the otter called, making both of us jump. "By the looks of it, I'd say twins."

"What?" I asked. "How?"

The otter shrugged from where he stood beside the camera watching Mom's belly intently. "Beats me. I don't pretend to understand biology. That drug we gave you was only meant to accelerate you to about three months' worth of gestation. You look much farther along than that, though. Don't you?"

"The drug you gave me?" Mom asked. She didn't seem angry. More mystified than anything. She stared down at her belly again as it shifted and guided my hands to press against where our foal, or foals, pushed outward. I could feel a little pressure against my palm, then a big one before the child within shifted, rolling away.

"Like I said," the otter shrugged, "it was just a little insurance. And besides, impregnation films sell better if the audience has proof that you got knocked up. I think that counts as proof."

I stared at Mom's belly, only half listening to the otter. She was pregnant then? With twins? My mom was pregnant with my foals? My cock lurched inside of her tight canal and she gasped, but made no move to pull off of me.

"I just have a question, before I pay you," the otter said. "Are you really mother and son, or were you just roleplaying?"

Mom and I exchanged a glance. I was going to have to nip this in the bud before we got into serious trouble.

"I'm really Ricky's mother and he's really my son," Mom said nonchalantly, as though answering a simple math question.

"Oh my god!" the otter said, laughing excitedly. "Do you have any idea how much people will pay for a mother-son impreg film!?" he asked, running both hands over the top of his head. "Jesus Christ! You're really mom and son?" he asked again, to which mom nodded. "Well fuck me!" The otter laughed and waved to one of the camera men. "Double their paychecks!"

My jaw fell open. A hundred thousand dollars apiece!? My heart was pounding and I stared up at Mom, at a loss for words.

The otter came forward and pressed his hands to the globe of Mom's tummy and groaned in disbelief. "Hot damn, mom and son. Now you guys are okay with this, aren't you?" he asked, suddenly staring in fear between the two of us. "You aren't going to try and report us or anything or-..."

"No!" Mom said, pushing his hands away to cradle her tummy protectively. "This... I think it was a long time coming. Ricky's dad left us a long time ago and we've gotten much closer since then. Closer than I think a mom and son should be!"

The director snorted a laugh. "Yeah, obviously if you're willing to fuck on camera!"

I gave a sheepish laugh then sat up and carefully hugged my mother's naked body against myself. The feeling of her belly shifting against my abs was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"I'll tell you what," the otter continued, "why don't you go get a checkup, yeah? Get all of your prenatal appointments in order and all of that... then if you'd be willing, come back and maybe do a follow up video. Same rate, a hundred grand a pop." He gave us both a hopeful grin. "I'd love to shoot more of a strapping young man fucking his pregnant mom!"

Mom and I exchanged glances and I could see the excitement in her eyes. I didn't know if she was more eager to fuck her son again, or if being filmed by people we didn't know turned her on, but frankly I didn't care. I would do anything for my Mom. My mate. The woman who was carrying my foals.

"Alright," I said, turning to look at the otter again. "Um... she's really squeezing me down there, um..." I grinned sheepishly. "If you don't mind, can we use this bed for a while?"

Mom grinned wickedly and started to gyrate her hips as she pushed my onto my back once again.

"No, please do!" the director said as he rushed back to his chair. "Do you mind if we film some more footage for the video?"

I opened my mouth to answer, buy Mom's was already there, assaulting my lips with hers as her tongue delved past in search of my own.

Her round tummy pressed firmly against my own and I felt our foals shift against my abs again. A spurt of pre- rushed into Mom's canal and I moaned against her lips.

From a wanna-be writer living at home to a porn star in love with his mom in a matter of hours. And I was loving every minute of it.