A new job.

You wake up to a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you to wakefulness. You open your eyes and the first hing they register is your Mama Tara huge knockers hanging directly over your face, soft and plump. Even after your erotic dream with Abby, your mom's great tits make your loins stir and your friend down below raises to the occasion, making your blanket rise high in the air like magic. Either your mom doesn't notice or she ignores it.

"It's time for you to wake up, sweetheart. Everybody's else is already gone and if you don't hurry, you won't make it to your job on time." She stands up and leaves, letting you watch her ass sway in her tight jeans.

You stretch and wrack through your sleep-muddied brain to piece together what your mother told you. Looking at your clock, you see it's almost 9:00. Abby will already be in her high school classes--you wonder how she'll handle those after the dream last night--and the twins will be at college. Kenny and your dad will be at their office and Mama Melanie probably has some real estate appointments throughout the day. The only one at home with your right now is Mama Tara. You groan as you realize that your own job hasn't changed with your new reality and you have a exciting future filled with flipping burgers and salting fries to look forward to. You got rid of the need for money, but your fast food job still exists...or does it?

You move to the chair in front of your computer and return to the Motherboard. Under 'Reality,' you type in the following:

After high school, I started working as a porn movie reviewer and have become well-known for it. Porn studios send me pre-release movies and I submit my reviews to their websites.

My family is proud of my job and support me in the pursuit of my career goals.

You hit submit. There, now you have your dream job and your family won't question it at all.

As you start pulling on your boxer shorts, you hear the doorbell ring and your mother answers it. A minute later, she's standing at your doorway, a sizable package in her hands and her pillowy breasts resting on top of it. Without batting an eyelash, she says, "Your porn delivery for the week has arrived. Where would you like it?"

You consider the question for a moment, taking the opportunity to ogle her titties. "Put them down in the living room," you reply. "That television has the best definition."

"Ok," she says and goes to do just that, her jeans molded to her ass. God, she's a fucking fox.

You grab a notepad and head downstairs, finding the box underneath the television. You tear through the tape and find yourself in porn heaven. There must be over 30 discs stacked neatly in columns, featuring every genre you can imagine: MILF, gonzo, orgies, parody, lesbian, romantic--featuring a normal (in this reality) polyamorous foursome--and even, too your delight, a few **** focused ones. Your dick rises at the sight of so much porn. You get the feeling it won't go down very soon.

Your job is to get through all of these in the coming week, so you grab one at random and put it on. It's one of the parodies, following a lucky bachelor who's the lead in a competition where he's choosing beautiful, slutty women to become his wife--or, in this case, wives. It opens with introduction shots, letting the chiseled male pornstar espouse the qualities that he's looking for in a wife--sweet, funny, a good cook, big fucking tits and an ass that can take his fat cock without tearing--and allowing the women to flaunt their goods for the camera. It's a wide, racially diverse cast, but each of them have bodies to die for and you push the flap in your boxers to the side so your long pole can swing freely.

The action starts slowly, with the first couple of scenes showing the 'dates' that the contestants go on, both ending up with lots of sucking and fucking, once on a moonlit beach with waves crashing around them and another in the bathroom of a restaurant they'd gone to. Both scenes were passable but fairly vanilla. The next one spiced things up a bit as a side story began featuring one of the girls, a raven haired beauty, who decided she'd cheat by seducing the producers and making them declare her the winner. It was when this woman was on her knees giving head, alternating freely between the two big dicks she had in each hand that your mom walked into the room with her dusting supplies.

She glances at the screen, watching the actress gag as one of the cocks penetrates her throat and then looks at you, one hand on your prick and the other taking notes. Noting nothing amiss, she starts wiping a cloth along the furniture in the room. You find yourself distracted from the movie, watching your mom move about the room, her boobs shaking and jiggling as she dusts. You compare her to the women in the movie and you know one thing is true: if your mom was part of this competition, she would win hands down.

She finishes her cleaning much too quickly for your tastes but she lingers in the room for a while, her eyes following the action on the screen. You know she watches the actual show...maybe that fact has her interested in at least checking out the porno version. The scene switches to a lesbian shower scene, with three girls deciding to have a morning fuck while hot, soapy water splashes down their curvy, nubile bodies. Your mom shakes her head.

"It's not very realistic, is it?" she asks.

You laugh. "Of course not," you say. "It's porn, it's supposed to be a fantasy."

She nods her head absentmindedly as she continues to stare at the sapphic lovemaking on the screen, where the women had now created a daisy chain, mouth-to-pussy, with lots of moaning and thrashing of their wet bodies. Your mom's nipples have hardened, stretching from her bulbous mounds like they're trying to escape. "They certainly are good looking, aren't they?"

"You know what, mom?" you say, and she turns her head to you. "I was just thinking that with tits like yours, you'd win any competition like this, no question." You can tell the compliment finds a warm welcome, as she blushes and waves her hand in faux dismissal.

"Why don't you sit down and watch the rest with me? It looks like you're enjoying it."

"Oh no, I couldn't," you mom says, raising the cloth still in her hand. "I need to finish cleaning." But there's a note in her voice that makes you think otherwise. Time for a nudge.

"It's ok, mom, you can finish cleaning when this is over. You know I sometimes need a second opinion on my reviews and the family's always been happy to help out when I need it. Sit down here, next to me," you say, patting the empty spot on the couch next to you. She agrees, as you knew she would, and she settles in just as the final scene begins to play.

Being the finale, things get cranked up a notch. The lead actor, dressed in a fine suit, stands before all the topless women, wearing their flashiest skirts, and breaks down crying, bemoaning the fact that he can't choose and wants to fuck all of them. The girls all readily agree, shedding their clothes and gathering around the stud, complimenting his handsomeness and muscles, especially the fat one jutting proudly from his waist. The rest of the crew joins in, adding more cocks to the mix and soon it's devolved into a chaotic mass of bodies in every position and combination. The scene is hot and you jerk your dick to it, pumping with abandon while your half-naked mother sits beside you.

You can see the movie's having an effect on her too, but she's trying to resist. Her breathing is heavy and she can't stop watching while one girl gets spit-roasted by two of the cameraman--a nice touch here shown by a split screen that shows each guy's perspective. Finally, the combination of the porno and the fact that's she's been in your presence for almost an hour is too much for her. You see her hand slowly slide to the band of her pants, but they're too tight for her to get underneath, so she moves lower until she can rub directly against her crotch, through the jeans. She realizes that you've seen her movements and she pauses. You look in her eyes, giving her wordless encouragement and you see the battle raging behind them. You stroke faster and your mother shudders. Unable to control herself, she continues masturbating, looking away from you quickly.

The scene comes to a climax, with cumshots for all the lovely ladies, wide open mouths gobbling up the sprays or hefty tits lifted high as targets. You feel yours build as well. Looking around, you reach for only thing you can see to catch it--the dusting cloth that's still in your mother's hand. Groaning, you grab it and use it like a catching mitt at the end of your dick, capturing the thick white semen exploding from its tip. Your mother gasps as she feels the strong ejaculation ramming into her cloth, soaking through to her fingers. You squeeze out a last few spurts and then wipe your cock clean and, even though you don't touch skin to skin, it's the first time your mother has her hand wrapped around your shaft. It won't be the last.

"Sorry," you tell your mother when you're finished. "You just got done cleaning and didn't think you wanted to clean up another mess."

She's silent for a moment, looking at where the two of you are joined, hand-to-cock. Your orgasm and sudden action has delayed her gratification and you can see the arousal still plain on her face. Then she shakes herself free and stands up, carefully cupping the cloth to make sure none of your ball juices fall to the floor. "No, you're right," she mumbles, distantly. "I would want that at all."

She walks to where she left the rest of her cleaning supplies, stumbling over a foot stool, her mind obviously somewhere else. You take the disk from the player and put it back in the case. As your mom heads to the next room, you stop her.

"Mom, wait." She pauses in the doorway, her eyes beginning to clear. You hand her the disc. "Here, watch this with Dad and Mama Melanie tonight. I think you might all enjoy it." She takes it, looking awkwardly down at your drooping, but still large dick.

When she's gone, you take out the next porno and begin anew, thrilled with how the morning's gone already.