OWNING MOM'S WET PUSSY

Lauren patiently waited for her son to arrive back at their Beverly Hills hotel room that morning. She had used her connections in the entertainment industry to get him an audition with the producers of an upcoming movie.

She was surprised when Chris arrived sooner than expected and she greeted him while still dressed in her beautiful silk robe. Knowing her son so well, she immediately recognized the expression on his face. It was the look of an actor who was disappointed in his performance.

"Why the long face?" she asked, rubbing her son's shoulder.

He closed the door. "Why do you think?"

"That bad?"

He sighed, "Actually, I wasn't bad, it's that I was -- I don't know -- underwhelming I guess."

"It happens," Lauren replied with sympathy. "What did they say?"

"That the lead actress and I make a great looking couple. But they also think I'm 'too nice' for the role. At least they're giving me a chance to audition again tomorrow."

It made sense. Lauren knew her son was a sweet natured, mellow guy. That counts for a lot in life, but not necessarily in Hollywood. Movie studios frequently utilize actors with an edge, especially for this type of project.

The movie, an erotic spy thriller, explored Dom/sub themes and contained several graphic scenes. Chris wanted a small, but pivotal role in the movie as a love interest of the main female character. With an Oscar winning director, the movie was sure to be a big hit and would be the perfect vehicle for her son to increase his visibility.

Her son's discouraging try-out broke Lauren's heart. As a mother, her protective instinct shifted into overdrive. If her son wanted this part, she would do whatever it took to help him achieve his goal. And selfishly, she wanted her own legacy as an actress to continue through the success of her talented son.

"You're very lucky to have a second audition," Lauren said to bolster his mood. "It means they like you and they're still making up their minds. At worst, they're keeping you as a backup."

"Yeah. But honestly? Our preparation was totally off. I felt like a freaking statue compared to what they wanted. One of the producers even asked me if I was a virgin, that's how dry some of my acting was."

It was a fair point. The movie was highly risque and Lauren held back several times during their private rehearsals. As his mother, she had refused to practice any of the sexual dialogue with him. It just didn't seem proper.

Maybe it was time for a different strategy!

She managed a smile, "With my help, the producers will practically beg you to take the role."

"As a sexually dominant male? That's what they want. We'll have to work a miracle to make that happen. I still it's possible though, with the right... you know... techniques."

Lauren put a finger on her son's lips. "Well, actors have to act. The role is for a sexually dominant male, so that's what you'll become. Okay?"

When she removed her finger from Chris's lips, she saw a fire in his eyes. Her young man was clearly reinvigorated for this challenge. She was pleased that he had inherited her best qualities.

More importantly, she was proud that her son was driven to succeed.

"What do I have to do?" he asked earnestly.

She drummed her fingers against her hips. "Now, this is the awkward part. I'll need you to... hmmm... how should I put this?"

"It's okay, mom. Let's just be mature. Treat me like I'm an acting student, who is anxious to learn your techniques."

Lauren raised an eyebrow. "Now you're opening Pandora's Box. If you really want me to act like a coach, I'll do it."

"That's exactly what I want," he smiled, lusting for knowledge.

She stared long and hard at her son. Was pursuing this role worth changing their mother/son relationship? In Hollywood, nothing is off limits when it comes to fame. In this case, the potential payoff was attractive enough for Lauren to overcome her discomfort and she made her final decision.

"Fine," she said. "If you were my acting student, and not my son, then I'd recommend a more hands-on approach, like method acting."

"Now we're getting somewhere," he grinned.

With her hands on her hips, Lauren thought about how far she should push this transformation. But if Chris wanted a challenge, Lauren felt compelled to provide him with one.

"You and I are having lunch downstairs at the restaurant," she said. "As you may recall, there's a specific scene in the script between the lead female character and yours that takes place in an elegant restaurant. Catch my drift?"

Chris's jaw dropped slightly. "Are you suggesting..."

"Afraid of a little roleplay with your mother?"

"Well, I mean, yeah. It's awkward."

"This will give you an edge," she reminded. "If you can learn to dominate me, just think how comfortable you'll be with any other actress."

The look of shock in Chris's eyes slowly morphed into confidence.

"Right," he said casually. "My performance with the actress was stiff."

She quipped, "If this training works out, you'll be stiff again."

"Huh!?"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she laughed, as did her son.

"Seriously though, how far are we going?"

She looked around the room. "Well, let's see how far we need to go, but, I know the perfect way to start. Follow me."

Lauren grabbed her son's arm and pulled him towards her luggage. Together, they looked inside at her neatly arranged stylish clothes.

She rubbed her son's arm to bolster his confidence. "I'm only going to say this once. From now until the end of lunch, you have my permission to do whatever you want with me. Stick to the script as your guideline and fully embrace your dominance. Own me. Got it?"

It was exciting to see the determined look on her son's face.

"I'm assuming you want me to pick your outfit," he said.

"Yes. Anything you want."

Lauren watched her son gulp as he navigated uncharted territory. Their boundaries had always been clear. She had raised Chris to be a gentleman and he treated her with respect at all times.

She watched her son as he struggled to attack this role with conviction. Raising an eyebrow, he leaned over the suitcase and stared at her clothes, as if in deep thought.

Chris pointed to a low cut white knit dress. "That one. And the black panties next to it."

"Nice choice. And for my bra?"

The detached look on his face was reassuring. Her son was really getting into character!

"No bra," he said, in a tone that brokered no argument. "But wear a thin jacket over it."

Lauren gasped at the choice of clothing because of her sizeable breasts. She had no problem showing them off in the right setting. It was one thing to go braless for a ceremony or big Hollywood event. But flaunting her chest to her son? While sitting across the table from him? In public?

Though shocking, it was also strangely arousing. Lauren, like most people from Hollywood, was an exhibitionist at heart.

"I like this new version of you," she giggled. "Strong and confident."

He stood firm. "We're both in character."

Knowing her son intimately, Lauren was sure Chris felt deeply conflicted about his behavior. Historically, he had always followed her instructions, not the other way around!

But this is exactly what Lauren asked for. To make her son into a sex symbol, she needed him to delve further into the role.

The only problem now was, he was still looking at her!

"I'm naked under my robe and lingerie," she said curtly.

"Yes, I would imagine so."

Chris showed no sign of backing down, just like the character in the movie. Lauren felt slightly unnerved by this.

Her eyes narrowed. "Wait, are you asking me to undress in front of you?"

Finally, he relented with a smile. "I need to use the bathroom before we go. Be ready when I'm done."

This was much more realistic than their previous rehearsals. When the door to the bathroom closed, Lauren removed her silk robe and lingerie to stand completely naked in the hotel room.

Reaching inside the luggage, she pulled out the panties her son had selected, which happened to be quite small. She shimmied them over her hips and checked her reflection. Dressed only in the barely-there panties, she was satisfied that her intense exercise regimen was worth every second. Trim and toned, she was the epitome of a modern actress in her late forties.

When she turned to pick up the dress, her phone beeped. She went to her nightstand, where her phone was charging, and checked a text message from one of the producers.

Hey Lauren. I'm sure you've heard the news about today's audition. Chris has the right stuff and did well. We're looking at a couple others though. He's in second or third place. He could be first place! You need to push him more

Lauren pursed her lips after reading the message. She sat on the bed, still topless, and thought of her response.

In Hollywood, talent alone isn't always enough to land key roles; it also takes the right connections and the appropriate amount of tenacity.

She texted back: Give my Christopher a closer look tomorrow. We're trying new tactics and you'll be amazed! : )

Lauren smiled after sending the text, and just then, the bathroom door opened. Totally focused on texting the producer, she forgot about her state of undress and that her son would soon return.

Looking up, with her phone in hand, she was startled to see Chris ogling her tits. Though typically not shy, she immediately used her forearm to cover her suddenly erect pink nipples.

"I'm still dressing!" she hollered.

Still in character, Chris replied, while slowly turning his back, "You look beautiful. Don't be ashamed."

Lauren cringed while pulling on her dress, and before it was properly adjusted, she gave her son the okay signal.

"You can look now," she said, still adjusting the form-fitting fabric around her breasts. "I hope you appreciate this."

"I do, in more ways than you know," he said seriously, while watching.

Lauren made no effort to hide as she tucked her breasts in place. It was something every large breasted woman does while dressing in a tight dress. However, she was doing it in front of her son, which was very unorthodox. She juggled her fleshy tits while Chris gazed intently at the show, allowing him to admire her beauty.

***

At that hour, the restaurant was fairly crowded. They were seated near a window by the street and had enough space for a private conversation. Once the waiter took their orders and collected the menus, they were left with nothing to do but look at each other while waiting for their food to arrive.

Lauren blushed, her fingers lightly pulling the thin jacket more tightly around her shoulders. Unbuttoned as it was, the jacket only covered the shape of her braless chest. However, her plunging neckline was on full display.

Women can tell when men peep at their bodies, and Lauren knew her son had glanced at her chest several times. With cleavage like hers, she was used to that kind of attention, but certainly not from her son.

"You're doing really well staying in character," she said. "But I want you to push yourself even more. Think about the restaurant scene in the script."

As if on cue, Lauren's phone beeped. She excused herself for having to look at her phone and saw a message from the same producer.

Your son has other tricks up his sleeve? Great! If both of you are free this afternoon, come back at 2 pm. More time today. We're busier tomorrow. Let me know. Thnx!

Lauren smiled and nodded her head.

"What is it?" Chris asked.

"I may have put in a good word with the producer. They're willing to give you another audition today after lunch. What do you think?"

His eyes lit up. "I'll be there."

"I'm going also. It'll be nice to catch up with old friends and perhaps I can give you pointers on eroticism when needed."

"You'll be my good luck charm."

Lauren texted back and finalized everything. Nailing the performance was critical and she needed to prod Chris to take the lead quickly.

"Not many people get second chances on the same day," she said, putting down the phone and looking at her son with love. "You've already come a long way, but there's room for improvement."

It sounded like a dare, but Lauren wanted to motivate her son. She was no different than any other mother who wanted the best for a son. Except this was an unconventional situation, with very naughty potential.

Lauren briefly felt nervous as she noticed Chris gaze around the room, gauging whether the coast was clear. Her heart pounded. She knew exactly where this was headed.

He leaned forward and assertively whispered, "No one is looking, and you know what I want."

Lauren was caught off guard by the confidence in her son's voice. He was already a new man!

Leaning forward, she giggled nervously and whispered, "Nice job. You sound so convincing. I almost believe that you actually want my panties."

Her son had a faintly amused look on his face, which both impressed and frightened her.

"Make no mistake," he said, looking directly in her eyes without any evidence of hesitation. "Do it, now. I want those panties on the table."

Lauren mentally chided herself for pushing her son so far with method acting. Had she accidentally created a monster? In hindsight, some words of encouragement and re-reading the dialogue would have been good enough.

At a crossroads, she decided they might as well go all the way. Besides, her son had proven himself to be a real trooper. He earned the kinky show she was about to give.

Surveying the restaurant herself, she made sure no other diners were focused on their table. The coast was clear. In an upscale restaurant like this, people were typically consumed with their own important affairs.

Lauren surreptitiously began to pull up at the hem of the dress until it was at the level of her upper thighs. After slipping both hands under the fabric, she hooked both thumbs in the waistband of her panties, leaned forward and pulled them down, around her hips. She performed the feat while looking directly at her son. In a matter of seconds, her panties were around her ankles and she lifted her feet off the floor to fully remove the small piece of fabric.

Realizing her pussy was very wet, Lauren was shocked. Embarrassed, she hoped there wasn't a wet stain on the panties. She shifted her hips and allowed the warm Southern California air to brush gently across her sex.

"It's done," she said, proud of her accomplishment. "Your prize awaits."

He smiled. "Good girl. Now put them on the table."

Lauren hesitated and felt several degrees warmer. She tried to determine whether this was a joke, but her son looked serious and expectant. Finally, after waiting several moments for him to relent, she knew what had to be done.

With as much decorum as possible, she neatly folded the panties in a way that hid any potential wet stain. She reached across the table and dropped the package next to her son's unused fork.

This part wasn't even in the script. Her son was actually improvising! While proud, she was also concerned. What else did he have in mind?

She should have been furious. Under different circumstances, she would have scolded him like there was no tomorrow. Instead, she was impressed that her polite son was displaying such balls and fortitude. She wondered if Chris could smell the aroma emanating from her panties on the table.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low hiss.

"I'm doing exactly what you suggested. I need to step up my game, unless of course... you can't handle it."

At this point, Lauren backed into a corner by her son. Sensing his momentum build, she knew it was time to forge ahead.

"Keep going," she said, accepting this premise. "But keep in mind, if you fail to get the role and I did this for nothing, you can expect a slap on the face."

"And when I do get the part, what would you like in return?" he smiled.

"A fancy dinner would be nice."

"As long as you're wearing that dress," he smiled.

She gasped. "You're becoming quite convincing at this."

"Dip two fingers into your glass of wine," he said, smugly.

Lauren knew this line from the script!

"Excuse me?" she replied in disbelief.

"Just do as I say."

Again, Lauren was dumbfounded. How the tables had turned. If nothing else, she was glad for the opportunity to help Chris become an assertive young man. At this rate, he'd win an Oscar someday.

Flustered, she managed a smile as the tips of her two fingers dipped into the glass of Chianti. Her fingers moved slowly, swirling in the deep red wine. She knew what would come next.

"Look at those panties," he said seductively. "I see a wet spot right in the center. You are such a naughty girl."

She blushed. "Yes, I am."

"Tell me why."

Shaking her head, Lauren gulped, "It's a secret."

"It's not nice to keep secrets," he commented. "Tell me, now."

Lauren continued to twirl her fingers in the wine. "I shouldn't be wet. Yet, I am... even though you're my son. I'm doing this for you, and for some reason, it's arousing to me. I've been wet for the past hour."

The look on Chris's face became mixed. Would he stay in character, or revert back to her adorable, sweet, fawning son?

"You know what to do now," he said, settling the question. "Put your wine dipped fingers under your dress and play with your clit."

Lauren felt the air being sucked out of her chest. Surely he must realize this could stain the back of her dress! People might notice as she walked out! What would they think?

She had been on dates like this before, with men who liked to exert control. But this was different. It felt surreal.

While their eyes remained locked on each other, Lauren discreetly moved her hand past the hem of her dress and brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Finding her sweet spot, the feel of the wine on her fingers was sensational.

Her first instinct was to touch her highly sensitive clitoris. When masturbating in the comfort of her bed at home, she liked to rub steadily in small circles. Given this new circumstance, she might cum in record time.

The revealing look on her face, along with her barely suppressed moans had her son smirking in satisfaction. She knew he enjoyed watching her squirm.

"Tell me about your pussy," he whispered, conspiratorially.

Lauren's jaw clenched for a moment. "That line isn't in the script."

"We're improvising," he suggested with a sly gleam in his eyes.

She almost laughed out loud. This was something Lauren had often stressed to her son because many directors and actors like to improvise. Now that acting training had come back to bite her on the ass.

"It... it looks like a butterfly," she confided, while playing with herself. "When my lips open, they look like wings and my clitoris sits under a small hood on top. Men have told me it's very beautiful."

"And?"

Lauren was in disbelief that her son was pushing her farther than previous lovers. There was no way he could know how much she responded to an authoritarian man. Swallowing hard, she tried to rein in her desire, but the assertive look in Chris's eyes made her tremble. Was he turned on by this, or just the best actor in the world?

Submitting, she answered bashfully. "My lips are light brown and in the center, there's a little pink entrance."

"You certainly seem to enjoy playing with yourself. I assume you're getting wetter. Insert a finger and tell me what you feel."

Lauren dipped one finger inside her core. "I'm hot, drenched and incredibly aroused. You got the trifecta out of me."

"Now make yourself cum."

"What?!" she gasped.

"While I'm staring at your face, you will make yourself cum, then lick your fingers. I've made myself clear."

With two fingers still on her clit, Lauren decided to finish what she started. Reaching an orgasm -- at this point -- shouldn't take long. Since she hadn't had time to properly masturbate since they arrived in town, she was desperate for a good cum.

Lauren continued to work her clit while staring at her handsome son. Occasionally, her eyes would shift around the room. Everyone was too immersed in their important conversations to even notice this lewd display.

The desire on her son's face drove her over a very steep edge and her climax exploded. There was no way he was acting, at this point. Her son really wanted to fuck her!

She tilted her head back as her body rocked on the chair. It was difficult to maintain silence during such a mind-blowing orgasm, but she managed. By pretending it was her son's dick buried deep within her pussy, instead of her fingers, her ecstasy was prolonged.

Finally finished, she removed her two pussy-juice coated fingers and held them up as a display.

"There you go," she said proudly, showing her wet fingers.

"Now lick, and put them in the wine."

After rearranging the dress with her clean hand, she licked her orgasmic fluids, thoroughly enjoying the taste. Then she dipped those same fingers into her wine and swirled to mix everything.

"You owe me," she blushed, before taking a sip.

***

After taking their time eating a light lunch, they both used the hotel lobby bathroom to wash up before the audition.

While in the bathroom, Lauren felt slightly ashamed for having to wipe away orgasmic fluids from her pussy. Unable to resist, she smelled her fingers. Inhaling the potent combination of wine mixed with her natural aromas made her feel like a truly immoral woman. Her son was responsible for the nastiest sex act of her life and she savored the high of true deviance.

Lauren assured herself that this would never happen again. Even by Hollywood standards, it was highly taboo. But the risk was worth taking.

She saw Chris waiting in the lobby and wondered if he had 'taken care' of himself in the bathroom. Surely the sexual tension was getting to him as well. After all, he just watched his mother make herself cum in the middle of a restaurant!

When she noticed that her son still seemed tense, she knew that there was still work to be done.

"We still have time before the audition," he said, maintaining his cool composure.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Do you have anything specific in mind? I want to know your limits."

"The hotel hallway scene," he said softly, into her ear. "The producers had me act out that scene, and... I froze. They want an actor who can strike the right balance between unrestrained passion and complete control."

Lauren felt her pussy pulsate. The scene involved the Dominant character pulling his cock out of his pants, spinning the lead actress around and fucking her from behind while she's pinned against a window. In a hotel hallway!

"So that's the pivotal scene, eh?" she said, licking her lips. "Well, if that's what they want, we'll definitely need to practice. Come with me."

Lauren grabbed her son by the wrist as they approached the grand staircase. Together, they walked up to the next floor. Since it was the middle of the day, no one was around. She continued holding Chris's hand until they reached the end of the hallway and turned to the dead end.

"The hallway scene, right?" she clarified, as if helping her son with homework. "If that's the pivotal scene, it's what we must do."

"I'll need to whip out my dick."

"Do whatever you need to prepare."

"Are you positive?" Chris inquired.

"Remember what I said earlier? Own me. When I put my panties on the table, you saw how wet it was. Because of you, I played with my pussy and had an orgasm in a restaurant. Do you think I faked that? I did those things because your success is important to me. Now, if I'm willing to do all that, then you better get that fucking part in the movie."

The fire had returned to Chris's eyes. "Well, in the script my character is a spy, who tests the loyalty of the female lead. Mom, this is your last chance to change your mind. If we do this, we're going all the way."

"Do whatever the producers asked you to do," she repeated, using the producers as a way to settle her nerves.

While staring intently at each other, Chris reached down and unbuckled his pants. After unzipping, he exposed himself.

Lauren's eyes widened. It was her son's cock! And he was hard!

"Did you just..." her voice trailed away, as her eyes remained glued to her son's erection. "Am I actually seeing this?"

It was like the orgasm in the restaurant was an appetizer. Her pussy was suddenly hungry for the main course.

"Prove yourself," he said, quoting the script. "Stroke me."

Now this was definitely over the edge. But at the same time, she had to admire her son's commitment. Once again, they found themselves playing a game of who would blink first. And no actor wants to be the one who folds.

Trying to call her son's bluff, she reached down and gave his cock a solid squeeze. It swelled in her hand and the look in Chris's eyes was one of utter surprise. He hadn't expected this and Lauren was proud that she had bested her son.

"Mom, you're...." his voice trailed off.

In a flash, Lauren's excitement turned to disappointment, even as she held his throbbing cock in her hand.

"You broke character," Lauren playfully chided, while stroking her son's erection.

Chris exhaled deeply from pleasure. "Don't tempt me."

Yes, yes, yes! This was exactly what Lauren wanted out of her son. She had worked with Oscar winning actors and knew what it took to succeed. Chris was only scratching the surface of his true ability.

Her maternal instincts screamed to push Christ further. If she could break down this last barrier, a great actor would emerge. And as Lauren's pussy reminded her, she had never felt this level of desire for any other man.

"What's the matter?" she teased, rubbing the head of Chris's smooth penis with her thumb. "You're supposed to play the part of a spy. But all I see is a hard cock and a man afraid to use it."

"Don't push me unless you're prepared for the consequences," he said, delving even deeper into character.

"Maybe I like the feeling of my son fucking me hard."

Reading the look in Chris's eyes, she knew exactly what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, her phone rang. While holding onto her son's erection, she reached into her pocket and saw it was the producer calling. She answered the call immediately.

"Good news," the producer said over the phone. "The actor we just auditioned was pure shit. We kicked him out already. You and Chris can come back in half-an-hour if you're available. Plenty of time for a second audition."

Lauren smiled at her son, who grinned back wolfishly.

Reaching forward, Chris abruptly pulled apart the top of her v-neck dress. Lauren audibly gasped now that her tits and pink nipples had been freed. What had been a graphic scene in the script was now being played out in real life!

She didn't want to alarm the producer and stood, astonished, as Chris caressed both breasts and pinched each of her hardened pink nipples.

"Anything wrong?" the producer asked, almost amused. "I thought I heard a gasp or something."

Lauren greatly enjoyed the sensations of her tits being manhandled. "This is just so overwhelming. I mean, wow, this is happening with my own son."

She watched her son grin at the innuendo while mauling both tits. In the back of her mind, she wished he was using his mouth.

"Yeah, I think I know what you must be feeling," the producer replied ambiguously. "I'll see you soon, okay?"

"I'm almost done prepping my son. See you soon."

The call ended and she put her phone away.

"You don't seem mad," Chris said, continuing to lavish attention on her breasts. "And you aren't stopping me either."

Lauren rubbed her son's hard shaft. "Is this for the movie, or for you?"

"Turn around," he said with power, then putting his hands on his mother's shoulders. "Lean against the window."

Lauren was twirled around like a ballerina and pressed gently against the window. This scene was in the script and she played along, swept up in passion. With all the sex partners she'd enjoyed over the course of her life, no one had ever treated her like this. Her son's dominance was insanely arousing.

Lauren assumed the position and bent over, sticking her butt out towards her son. She was shocked when he placed one hand on her lower back, holding her in place. Using the other hand, he positioned his erect cock near her bare bottom. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet opening before gyrating around, but not within, her needy hole.

There was just one problem... mom wanted the real thing.

"Is this what they had you do at the audition?" she asked, annoyed by the lack of attention being paid to her pussy.

"Yes," he said in his normal voice.

"We can do better than this. Let me help."

While bent over, Lauren reached back with one hand and lifted the bottom of her dress to expose her bare butt and pussy. With the same hand, she pulled her son's raging hard erection towards her entrance.

She felt her son pause for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Sure enough, he shifted back into character after being given permission.

"Oh yeah," he murmured, while teasing her with the head of his cock. "Tell me what your wet pussy wants. Beg me to fuck you."

Lauren's ragged breathing made it hard for her to speak clearly, "Fuck me, please. Make me yours. Ohhh."

She screeched as his cock forced its way into her dripping tunnel. It had been years since Lauren was so swept up in a sexual moment. Lovers come and go in Hollywood, but her son would forever be a part of her life. This union made her feel complete in a way that she had never anticipated. Perhaps because Chris was returning to her pussy as a grown man.

At first, her body was on sensory overload. Her hips were grabbed tightly by her son and she was felt his powerful thrusts. He certainly had the stamina of a healthy young man, she noted with pride.

"You're so fucking wet," he said, admonishing her. "I can't believe what a dirty mother you are for pushing me to stick my dick in your pussy."

Lauren's pussy welcomed the relentless pounding with joy. Stepping closer for maximum penetration, her son moved his hands to her exposed breasts and forcefully tugged at both stiff nipples. Throwing back her head, she allowed herself to enjoy the highly taboo moment.

She closed her eyes for a moment and groaned. "You better fucking get this part... oh god.... after everything I've done for you. My panties... using my pussy for sex... goodness.... this is so bad... It better be worth it!!! ....Ohhh...."

"I think I just got the part," he hissed while thrusting into her.

"Hmm???"

Lauren's curiosity piqued when she felt her horny son slowing down, then stop completely while buried all the way inside her pussy. She felt Chris's lips brush against her ear, while he used both hands to pinch her hard nipples.

"Please don't be mad," Chris said gently. "The producers weren't sure if I was sly enough to get this role. They said that only a stud could fuck his own mother. They promised that if I filled your pussy with my cum, I'd get the part."

Lauren was aghast that she had been played like this, and that the producers would soon know about this incestuous fuck fest. They had all conspired to use her pussy as some kind of litmus test for acting!

But as a dutiful mother (and a sexually adventurous woman) this was something that she could forgive, especially since her son was pushing her closer to the most exciting orgasm of her life.

"I understand, to get the part you had to do this," she said, reaching back to grab her son's backside. "Now fill me up. Fuck me and fill me with your cum."

With her hands braced against the window, Lauren absorbed all the sexual energy her son was willing to expend. Braving a glance at the street below, she noticed a young male street vendor was enjoying the show. Instead of alerting others, he stood motionless, as if spellbound by their chemistry, not realizing that this was an unholy mother/son coupling.

When her son shifted slightly, he came in direct contact with her g-spot. The frenzied pace was almost too much for her to bear, and her legs nearly buckled from the impact. The onslaught from her son's cock against her womb was truly a wonder.

She panted, "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."

"So will I," he answered in a low voice.

Lauren's vision dimmed as she felt herself being drawn into what promised to be an epic orgasm. With each thrust, Chris grunted like a desperate animal and she knew her son was also close to a climax.

"Are you really going to cum inside my pussy?" she hissed, afraid of the answer.

Chris stroked her long hair. "Your body is about to explode. I know you want me to, and besides, a true Dom always cums inside a sub."

"Even... ohh.... inside... his... his mother?" she grunted from the intense sexual pummeling. "Oh god... fuck, I'm going to squirt."

Chris grabbed the back of her neck while he fucked her like a man possessed. "I love women who squirt. Now, I'm going to fill your pussy so you can walk around Beverly Hills with it dripping down your thighs."

The very thought of that sent shivers down her spine. Knowing she was now her son's public cum slut, sent her closer to an orgasmic edge.

Finally, Lauren's body reacted to the combination of emotional and physical sexual stimulation. Her eyes rolled back as her toes curled. Every muscle tensed and convulsed as she was swept into an overwhelming climax.

She squirted onto the hotel carpet. Since her legs were spread, it shot straight down, in a steady stream. She watched the small pool grow as her fluids gushed from the force of her pussy pounding.

Her involuntary cry was met by a telling moan from her son, indicating that he too had achieved the ultimate pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he hollered.

She felt spurts of cum shooting inside of her, after her squirting had ebbed. Wave after wave of her son's hot semen unloaded into her greedy pussy. Lauren's own orgasm seemed to go on forever as Chris clung to her during his own release. She was certain that her son was enthralled by the lewd act of her public squirting.

Finally, Chris was spent and leaned forward against his mother. If he hadn't been standing behind her, Lauren surely would have collapsed from the intense sexual union. Their breathing slowed, as mother and son recovered in unison.

When Lauren felt her flaccid son pull out of her happily stunned pussy, she felt a new and strange sensation. Chris pinched her labia together, trapping the cum inside.

"Stand up," he said firmly. "Keep your thighs together. We wouldn't want to waste any of my precious cum."

Lauren stood upright, and she kept her legs together, slightly bent at the knees. While far from a graceful pose, it would help retain Chris's semen. She had been classically trained to carry herself like a model, but now she looked like a dirty girl. Here she was, a famous actress, standing with her breasts hanging out of her dress, while the bottom of her dress was still hiked over her hips, leaving her pussy exposed in the middle of the hallway!

He smiled and rubbed her chin. "Knowing my cum is still inside you gives me a massive rush. Be a good girl and keep it there. The producers need proof of my abilities."

"You know," she started off, still tightly clenching her thighs. "These producers have been around a lot of sex. I know they'll be impressed if we walk in the room and I show them the mess you left inside my pussy."

"We make the most amazing team. I love you, mom."

Someone arrived on that floor, causing the elevator door to open. Lauren quickly yanked down her dress to cover her pussy while Chris fixed his pants. She then discreetly positioned her breasts inside the top of her dress. As a man, Chris walked with a slight swagger. But Lauren walked clumsily, on the tips of her wobbly heels, thighs clenched together, making sure nothing leaked from her saturated pussy.

'The things I do for my son,' she thought to herself.

***

Lauren had auditioned countless times throughout her illustrious career. However, nothing compared to this. Not even close.

She and Chris stood shoulder to shoulder in the audition room, staring at three stone faced men who sat behind a long table. These were Hollywood movers and shakers, who had seen it all. Nothing was off limits.

After taking a deep breath for courage, it was Lauren's time to shine, alongside her talented son. Shame? No way. Not after everything she had done. This was pride. Lauren held her chin high and looked directly at the Hollywood power players.

She lifted the front of her dress to reveal the coveted cream pie in her pussy. By now, cum had seeped from her opening, leaving a cummy mess on her labia. With her other hand, she used two fingers to widely spread her lips. As if on cue, a sizable amount of cum dripped from her drenched pink hole.

The men spoke in awe:

'Chris, you managed to nail your mother? I'm sorry I ever doubted you.'

'I agree. To fuck a modern-day icon like Lauren and have her walk through Beverly Hills with that much cum inside her... that takes skill.'

'Lauren, I'm so impressed by both of you. Your son deserves the part.'

Cum dripped down her legs and onto the floor. In a most lady-like way, Lauren wiped it from her thighs and licked her finger for everyone to see. Her son's cum tasted good and she smiled with motherly pride.

"Remember, boys," Lauren said cheekily, while making smacking sounds with the cum in her mouth. "This is our secret, forever."

The men nodded, eyes wide with wonder, while Lauren reached for a second serving inside of her thoroughly used pussy.

The End