Saving the farm

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My husband David died of cancer four years ago, leaving me and our son Emmit to run our produce business.

David and I have always been frugal.

But, still, after David passed away things were tough.

Before I knew it a year had passed.

Then two years.

Things were getting tougher and tougher for Emmit and me.

We both were working ourselves none stop trying not to lose everything we had.

Emmit and I were talking one afternoon about money when Emmit playfully made a joke about making a porn.

I had almost forgotten how long it had been since I was with a man.

In truth.
A man was the last thing I had been interested in since my husband died.

But, it got me to thinking.

So, I did a little research.

It seemed anal made more money and a mother fucking her son made even more.

Now, anal was something that never really appealed to me.

But, hey.
If I was going to make a porn with my son.

I might as well do anal.

"Emmit.
Let's talk." I told my son as we packed cucumbers.

"I thought about what you said about porn.
Let's do it." I told him seriously.

"Wow. Slow down. That was a joke." Emmit laughed.

"Well, I'm not. We need the money." I said in seriously.

"Mom. That's incest and it's against the law." Emmit tried to reason.

"So. I don't care." I told my son.

"I also have it all planned out." I finished with a smile.

"Mom. We can't do this." Emmit chuckled.

"Emmit. We have to do something.
We are broke and at the rate we are going. We are going to lose this place." I told my son.

"Mom. I know things are tough.
Can't we just talk to the bank?" Emmit asked.

"I was at the bank on Monday.
We are out of credit.
We have enough cash to run till the end of next month." I told my son.

"Is there another way?" Emmit asked.

"I can start hanging out on the corner." I smiled at Emmit.

"Let's hear your plan?" Emmit smiled.

"Well, we will get several mini video cameras and set them up here in the shop.

You will come in just as you are now.

But, with clean underwear on and your prick washed.

I'm not sucking a dirty cock." I smiled looking at Emmitt.

"I'll smile at you.
You will smile at me.
We will talk and I will make an obscene joke with a cucumber.
Then you will come on to me.
I will suck you off.
Then you are going to fuck me in my ass." I finished.

"Wow. Mom. That's. You thought this out all the way?" Emmit said in shock.

"Even down to you cumming in my asshole." I finished proudly.

"So, when do you want to do this?" Emmit asked.

"I bought the cameras already." I smiled. "So now is as good a time as any." I smiled.

"I agree.
If we think about it to long. We might lose our courage." Emmit smiled.

It took about twenty minutes to set up the cameras.

"You go wash and I'm going to clean up myself," I told Emmit.

it was weird douching my asshole.
I had never had an enema.
I will admit.
It felt good.
I liked the feeling of being empty.

Then I washed my pussy.
Just in case Emmit wanted to eat it.

I also put some strawberry flavor on my asshole.

He was going to lick it.

Then I turned on all the cameras and took my place.

When Emmit walked in smiled at him.

Holding a cucumber I made a couple of nasty jokes about his dick and the cucumber.

When Emmit reached across and took my hand.

I almost tackled him.

When I got down on my knees in front of him.

That's when I got a real surprise.

My son is hung.

He is almost eight inches and thick. Very thick.

I gave my son the nastiest blow job I had ever given a man.

When I started tasting his precum.

I got hungry fir the taste of cum and sucked him off until he came in my mouth.
I greedily swallowed every drop of his nut nectar.

When I stood up, I wiggle out of my jeans and leaned back on the table, and spread my legs.

Emmit didn't hesitate and buried his between my legs and ate me till I was squealing.

Then he shoved a finger up my ass and finger fucked my asshole.

I finger then two fingers in my ass.

I came hard.

Pushing Emmit off me.

I slid off the table.

Bent at the waist and sucked him off till he was hard as steal.

"Stick that big fucking cock up my ass and fuck your mother like a whore." I growled leaning over the table and wiggling my shapely ass.

I didn't think about him cumming in my mouth.

It took a minute for Emmit to get his dick in my asshole.

But, when he popped past the rubbery ring I came again.

I wanted him in me balls deep.
I wanted every inch of his cock in my ass and I told him so.

Emmit fucked me hard for a good ten minutes.

Before we changed positions.

I sucked him off again.

Then laid on the table on my back.

Another good ten minutes of hard pounding.

Another suck and a pussy lick.

Then he climbed up on the table with me.

Holding Emmit tight.

I grunted in pleasure as he banged my asshole.

I was starting to get pretty loose.

We swapped and I got on top and rode his cock.

I loved it.

Then I sucked him again.

Then he doggy fucked me.

Holding two hands full of my curly auburn hair.

Emmit plowed my asshole until he emptied his nuts with a mighty roar.

And of course, I sucked him clean.

I loved the taste of my asshole on his cock.
Then add his cum.
Fuckkkkkkkkk me!

We lay on the table for a while catching our breath.

"Emmit. That was amazing." I chuckled.

"Mom. I want to do that again." Emmit smiled.

"My asshole needs a rest." I chuckled.

"We need to make a series of these videos." Emmit smiled.

"How about we go shower and we will make one of me sucking your dick till you cum in my mouth." I smiled up at my son.

"That may take a while." Emmit laughed.

"Is that a problem?" I laughed.

"No. Not at all." Emmit laughed.

"I guess we are going to save the farm one video at a time." I laughed.

"We have a lot of videos to make then." Emmit laughed.







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