ANGELIQUE & VINNIE ON VIDEO…………….

Recording our daily raunchy, nasty, extremely kinky and very perverted fuck session’s in mom’s bedroom, that I later sell to several local porn shops to be resold to the general public and we make a fuckin killing from em…….

One morning I saw the oddest sight. I guess mom thought I had already left. I was due to play over at my buddy’s house that Saturday. In fact, I had left, but remembering I had promised to bring a dirty magazine, I returned, having not gotten far. The door to her bedroom was open a little, so as I passed it, I caught a glimpse of her.
She was not fully dressed yet. Of course, that got my full attention real quick. Mom is a beautiful blond MILF. Indeed she is my MILF, My Mother I’d Love to Fuck. But I never thought that I would ever stand a chance. Until I saw her prance, and primp and parade in what she thought was her privacy that day.
That was what was so strange, her movements and her actions. It was in her bedroom, and she was alone. Since she and dad were divorced, it was just the two of us, mother and son. But here she was putting on an act, like a dancer; or a damn stripper, with the way she was dressed, or rather undressed. I could see that she had on just a tiny black see thru bra that was way too small for her and sheer high-cut black thong panties, with white stockings. As I peeked through the narrow crack, I could see that she had these weird red platform shoes on as well.
So certainly there was no one else in the room with her. Yet she was behaving as if she were a show girl, putting on an act. Then she did this little twirl, or attempted to, I should say. For with those clunky shoes on, she lost her balance and fell flat on her wide ass! Forgetting that she was scantily attired, concerned as to if she injured herself, I rushed in.
“Mom! Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?” I went to her and reached out to help her up.
She laughed and used my help to try to stand, but the stupid shoes still were awkward and she staggered back to plop her ass on the bed. This drew a few more chuckles from her. “I’d be better off bare foot!” she exclaimed. Then realized that she was half naked in the presence of her son. “What are you doing back here baby?”
I knew she meant back home. “I forgot something, and came back. What the hell were you doing mom? Are you okay? Anything hurt?”
“Just my illusions and possibly my dignity, but my big ass broke my fall. Not that I have much of that left at the moment, dignity that is.”
“What’s with the freaky nasty dancing and shit, mom? Were you drinking again, or smoking so dope?”
“Hell I wish I was baby. No I was just pretending to be . .” she sighed. “When I was a young girl, I had a dream of being a star. A dancer, not a ballerina, but a real show girl, like in Vegas. I would sometimes pretend in my room that I was on stage. Did you ever do anything like that baby?”
“Uh . . sometimes I’m a Jedi knight.”
“We all have our fantasies. One year my dad got us a home movie camera, what they called ‘Super-8′, eight millimeter film with sound. I would borrow it and and make my own films in my room of my pretend Vegas act. Then watch it, by myself, ’cause I didn’t want anybody else to see and laugh at me.”
I looked interested, but I was sort of puzzled still by her actions. It must have shown on my face, because mom simply pointed to her dresser as if that would clear up my wondering. It did. There on the high-boy drawers was our video camera. She had been filming her show-girl shenanigans again!
“You were pretending to be a Vegas show girl and video taping it?”
“Silly me.”
“No, mom. You’re fuckin beautiful and hot enough to be one of those women. You’re as sexy or better than any of them sluts!”
While we were not an overly modest family, generally mom did not go around in front of me dressed only in her underwear. So now she looked down at her state of undress, and said with a wry smile and giggle, “I’m glad you didn’t come in where I go to the full topless part!”
“Can I watch the video of you dancing mom?”
“Well, there’s not much to see, I just started to do my strut when I stumbled and you saw what a klutz I am on these stupid platform shoes. I wanted to add height, so I felt like one of those long legged ladies that have the feathers and glamorous costumes when they walk across the stage.”
“Hell I could video tape you mom, that way you could watch where you’re going, rather than worry about playing to a stationary camera. I’d be glad to help you out. And I promise that I won’t laugh at you. Then we can watch it together.”
“Well that’s very tempting, Darling, but I’m not sure that I should be so indecently dressed and parading my naked body in front of my own son.”
“With the stockings on, you’ve got more covering your skin than when you’re on the beach in one of your very tiny string bikini’s mom, hell when you’re in the bikini almost your whole huge areolas are exposed to everybody.” I argued. Hoping that I got to stick around for the ‘show’.
“That’s true, but it’s not quite the same thing baby. Then again, you won’t see anything you haven’t already seen this morning. I guess it would be okay. I’m in the mood to do a little fantasy role playing. But won’t your friend be expecting you?”
“He’s got a bunch of guys coming over, hell I won’t even be missed. I’d like to share this with you mom. Think of it as a sort of bonding time for mother and son.”
“Oh what a big psychological term! Where did you hear that?”
“After-school special, about kids and single parents.”
So mom put on her act for me as her videographer. She got quite erotic, letting herself go and loosened up to allow me to get some close ups and even did several very naughty poses for the camera. This prompted me to ask, “Did you ever pretend to be a stripper, mom?”
“Well, I sort of did this tease dance thing once for one of my boyfriends and several of his friends, they all said I would have been very damn good at it.” Well that’s what they told me after that wild weekend at the lake house that they swore to never tell anybody else on earth about, but……