A while ago, Lola conducted an interview with a hotwife, MILF, amateur porn-star named ‘S’ (you can probably figure out who she is). During the interview, S’s story took an interesting turn that was, then, off the record. Since then S has given up the porn production (because certain family members found out and pressured her and her husband to stop) and so now we bring you the part we had to leave out then, but we won’t be saying who exactly this is for, well, obvious reasons.
Artist’s rendering of the story
Lola to ‘S’: “Your son’s friends don’t know about your porn?”
‘S’ replied, “I didn’t say that. Is this off the record?”
“If you want it to be.”
“Please.”
“OK.”
“Like I said, one of our friends found out about the homemade porn we were making and posting. They thought it would be. . . I don’t know what. . . funny to tell our other friends.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah. So we had to tell our sons. They would find out from someone sooner or later and it was better to be from us than from one of their friends at school.”
“Of course.”
“So we told them. The oldest didn’t want to know anything more. He’s out of the house and was like, ‘Whatever Mom.’ But our younger son. He had just started high school, so it could have been devastating for him.”
“Of course!”
“To our surprise, he had so many questions!”
“Like what?”
“Why? Who? How often?”
“Did you tell him?”
“Yes. Of course. We wanted to be honest.”
“How did he handle it?”
“He eventually accepted it – all of it.”
“That’s amazing!”
“Well, he’s pretty mature for his age.”
“I’d say.”
“But his friends eventually found out.”
“News of a mom making homemade porn spreads faster than news of a mom making homemade cookies, I guess.”
“Especially among young boys with raging hormones, just emerging out of a pandemic lockdown.”
“I can only imagine,” said Lo, dreamily.
“And they started jacking off to my films.”
“How’d you find out about that?”
“That’s an interesting story.”
“Do tell!”
“Well, one day his friends came over after school.”
“OK.”
“And they were playing video games and drinking soda and, you know, usual stuff.”
“Yeah.”
“But then I popped into the basement – that’s where they had the game console set up.”
“I can picture it.”
“I offered them some chips and other snacks or drinks, but they all just looked at me like I had three heads – or three tits!”
“That clued you in.”
“Yeah.”
“Then what?”
“I found out that after I had left the room, one of them said, ‘Can we turn off the game and watch your mom on Pornhub?’ My son was like, ‘No! Absolutely not!’ But his friends overruled him and they turned it on. The one who had asked to watch it knew exactly how to find it. ‘That’s your mom?!’ the others asked. They couldn’t believe it!”
“I bet.”
“They asked my son if I would come downstairs again. He called me and I walked downstairs with more snacks for them. They had turned the video game back on and pretended like they weren’t just watching porn of me. I happened to be tanning outside when he called and so they saw my tattoos and knew right away that it was really me and not just a look-alike. One of them was bold enough to say, ‘Mrs. P–, what’s it like to make those videos?’ I was taken aback and I said, ‘What are you talking about?’ He said, with a smirk, ‘You know. We were just watching it.’ They turned it back on to show me. It was a vid of me with two other men.”
“That’s mortifying!”
“Well, I had to accept it, right?”
“I guess.”
“It was my choice, after all. Mine and my husband’s.”
“What happened next?”
“I said, ‘It’s just for fun,’ like I didn’t care what they did. As if I was talking about gardening as a hobby or something.”
“And?”
“Well, they clamored, ‘Will you have fun with us?’”
“Bold!”
“Yes. But they were at an age that they’d say anything that popped into their heads.”
“What did you say?”
“I thought I’d challenge them. A game of chicken that I thought I’d win. I said, ‘Pull down your pants and find out.’”
“Also bold! What did they do?”
“To my shock and surprise, they did! I was faced with five pubescent penises standing at attention as I stood in my skimpy bikini holding a bowl of chips!”
“What about your son?”
“He was there. He watched. He didn’t take down his pants. His face blushed.”
“And?”
“I said, ‘You all jack off, right?’ They nodded. I pulled my bikini bottom up tight so that my labia were flapping down over the taught string and said, ‘Well, tonight you can masturbate to the thought of this.’”
“That’s amazing! Did they pull up their pants with a smile on their faces?”
“No. The same boy who asked me about the porn, said, ‘I want you now!’”
“And?”
“Well, I can’t lie, I was intrigued to see how these kids could do.”
“No!”
“He started jacking off right there, in front of me and in front of his friends.”
“What did you do?”
“I watched.”
“Just watched?”
“Well, I’ll admit, I got wet. I could feel my juices dripping down my inner thighs.”
“And?”
“He stared at my pussy lips as they enveloped the G-string and stroked so hard until he came. He came so much and so powerfully and so far!!!! It landed on my bare feet!”
“What happened next?”
“I said, ‘Feel better?’ He could hardly speak, but he nodded ‘Yes.’ I said, ‘Good. Now the rest of you can go home and do the same, but this is our little secret, ok?’ No one said anything. I added, ‘If you ever want something like this to happen again, you’ll agree, this is our little secret. OK?’ They all agreed.”
“And what did you do?”
“I turned around slowly, so they could get a good glimpse of my ass, and went upstairs. I went to my bedroom, got on the bed, pulled out my dildo, and went to town on my holes thinking about all those little eager cocks standing at attention for my pussy. I thought about them all watching porn of me getting fucked and masturbating to me and I came so hard that I had to change all the bedding!”
“Did you tell your husband?”
“Not right away.”
To be continued…
