Lights, Camera

Two days later, you're sitting in your mother's bedroom, setting up three cameras around the bed. They are expensive models, with high-quality sound and picture. Lisa doesn't do things halfway.

The room, in particular the bed, is prepared for what's about to happen. The sheets are fresh, all personal belongings have been removed, and there's nothing to distract from the purpose of the room. It's the middle of the day, and the sun is streaming through the window. It's warm, and the light is making the whole room look golden.

It was surreal to see your Mom research porn videos online. She had a notepad, and wrote down everything she found interesting. Then, she went through each video, giving detailed notes on how the actors acted, their appearance, their technique, and most importantly - whether or not they were sexy. "Ugh, her balls look like raisins, why didn't they... oh, okay, good angles there," she muttered under her breath as she watched some of the videos.

You really didn't know how to react to your mother studying pornography for hours on end. So you spent your time with the technical side of things, searching for a good camera and an appropriate microphone. You read a bit about video editing software, and looked up tutorials on how to use it.

The legal part was swiftly handled by Lisa. This is, or was, her job after all. She discarded the websites with suspiciously good offers, and selected only reputable ones. She read reviews, and watched some of the videos to decide which company to join. She spent hours reading contracts, watching sample videos, and talking to the people at the companies.

Back in the bedroom, you're double-checking the equipment, making sure everything is in order. Lisa is sitting on the edge of the bed, looking around the room. She's wearing the lingerie set you chose for her, and you can't stop admiring her figure. Her breasts are massive, filling out the way-too-small black bra provocatively, her hard nipples seemingly trying to pierce through it. Black sheer stockings cover her shapely thighs, and the garter belt clasps onto the lace panties, which struggle to contain her gigantic appendage. It pokes from behind the fabric on all sides, giving hints about its actual size.

She catches you staring, and exhales through her nose. "Don't start. You look even skimpier."

She's right. You're wearing a tight, white t-shirt that is basically a second skin and leaves your midriff bare. The shorts are incredibly daring, covering only two-thirds of your ass cheeks. They're pink, and so is your thong, which snugly hugs your butt. It was a... challenge to find something in your size. Your outfit is completed by long white stockings that go over your knees, squeezing around your thighs.

You're looking like a sexy femboy, and you know it. It was actually you who insisted on this, knowing that Lisa would never suggest it herself.

"Okay, it's all set up," you say, turning to face her. "I think we're ready."

"Alright," she sighs, nodding slowly. "Just as discussed?"

"Just as discussed. See you in a minute, Mom."

She nods and turns to leave the room, closing the door behind her. You watch her walk away, admiring her perfect figure. Once she's gone, you get into position and close your eyes, breathing deeply to calm your nerves.

In your mind, a different persona takes over. A horny, sexy, and simple-minded little femboy with a fat ass. He's going to seduce his mother, and make her fall in love with him. And then, he's going to fuck her brains out. It is, you have to admit to yourself, not a far-fetched character to get into.

You breathe out once more, and open your eyes.