She admits that she enjoys talking with her fans.

"They're not weirdo's, Tim!" your mother rather defensively replied, much to your surprise, before breaking into an almost inevitable smile. "Alright, well maybe some of them are...a little odd, but most of them are just enthusiastic. They're very kind and they enjoy my...well, my 'work'. It's nice having people that appreciate what you do."

Happy with this response, it being exactly what you'd wanted to hear - giving you hope that you may yet get to continue your secret online correspondence - you then probed a little further, asking, "So you like, talk to them and stuff?"

"I have done, yes," she told you, revealing more than you thought she would, "I'm only just getting used to all the workings of my site and things, but it's part of my job now, and it's only fair I do too. They've been so supportive so far, even though I've just started, and even though they have no idea I'm not really the same 'Amber'." This was typical 'your mom', having always been a kind and friendly individual, who believed politeness and manners never cost anyone anything (even if you were an overly slutty adult film star apparently). If there was one thing that could be said for her, she certainly was a people person. After all, how many other guy's mom's would give the time of day to a bunch of anonymous Internet perverts, even if they were paid to do it? "Besides," she then continued, with a bashful little smirk, "it seems like it might actually be quite fun talking to them and reading their feedback."

This made you pause for a moment, never suspecting she'd enjoy doing it that much, as you repeated, "Fun?"

"Yes, fun. You're not the only one who can find enjoyment sitting in front of a computer all day (presumably not referring to you masturbating to pictures of her - or at least you hoped not). It's a nice way to meet new people I suppose, and a chance to give something back."

Unsure if her little jab at you had indeed been a reference to you looking up porn, or if she'd in fact simply meant all the video games you play, you quickly moved the subject on (not wanting to take the chance), telling her, "Well I'm sure they appreciate it anyway," driving this point home as overtly as you could.

Mumbling then to herself for a moment, as if you'd just reminded her of something, your mom then said, "That actually reminds me, I need to remember to log on tonight. That impromptu shoot on Tuesday really knocked me all out of whack..."

This of course instantly clued you in to why she hadn't replied to your message yet, as well as leaving you more than a little shocked. "You...you had another shoot!?"

Realizing that she'd been talking out loud, your mother looked back over at you again and replied, "What? Oh...oh yes. I did," quickly brushing it off like it was nothing and instead getting up off her chair, "But you don't want to hear about all that." Heading then towards the large sliding door that led out to the backyard, she smiled and beckoned you over, "Come on. I actually have a few chores you could maybe help me with outside while you're here. There's a couple of plants I wanted to dig up, but well, it's not quite so easy for me with my uh...my front. I can barely see what I'm doing." Watching your mom indicate down towards her massive bosom, pretty much everything else she'd just been talking about instantly lept out of your head and your eyes were once again drawn like a tractor beam towards those fabulously large melons.

"Uh, okay. Yeah, no problem. I can help you with that," you quickly told her, getting up off your own seat before you sprang another boner, eager of course to help, but equally as eager to hide your arousal that any mention of her chest (no matter how mundane or insignificant) now caused.

"Thanks, sweetheart," she said, as you joined her at the door, leaning over to give you a little peck on the cheek (and inadvertently displaying her momentous, seemingly never-ending cleavage as she did), "You really are a gem!"

Finding this as equally as embarrassing, and at the same time, rather hot - feeling both her warm porn star breath, and her incredibly soft lips on your skin, actually being kissed now by 'Amber Knights' - you did your best not to show it and remain unphased as the two of you then headed out into the backyard, towards the small collection of plants that lay behind the swimming pool. Helping to dig up some of them, and plant a few others (as well as one or two other tasks your mom had found) took pretty much the rest of the afternoon, and the conversation never really returned the subject of her most recent shoot, which you were extremely curious now to know the details off. You still enjoyed hanging out with her of course, simply being in her presence being intoxicating and somewhat surreal, almost as if you'd stepped directly into a porn movie or something, watching with great interest every time she walked past, causing those ginormous jugs to wobble from side to side underneath her shirt, or every time she bent down to pick something up, displaying that more than perfect ass. A lot of the time you had to remind yourself you weren't actually sat in front of your computer jerking off and had work to be getting on with, fighting the rise of your erection in your pants, certainly not wanting your mom to see.

Eventually though, it was time to leave - your dad having been expecting you home for dinner - and your mom graciously offered to drive you, dropping you off just outside the house, but not hanging about just in case he appeared. Heading inside, you made some phony excuse about where you were, not wanting the hassle of hearing your dad grunt and moan about what a bad influence your mom was, and once dinner was finished and you'd quickly gotten your homework out of the way, you headed onto your computer to see if perhaps your mother had had time to finally write a reply on her message boards.

She had indeed it seemed, a few actually, thanking various people for the praise of her latest photo shoot, as well as handing out a lot of appreciative smiley faces here there and everywhere. For your message however (which had again included a jokey little hook to draw her in), she had once again singled it out and quoted it in her response, writing;

'Why thank you very much, ConsMan, you really are a sweetheart, aren't you? A very naughty little sweetheart by the looks of things. And to answer your question, it feels amazing...almost as good as the real thing! Having those big, thick dildos inside my ass and pussy, stretching and filling me up is such a turn on, that even just thinking about it makes me want to cum. I won't though. I'm saving that for you guys. If you liked my photos, just wait until you see my next movie, and then the one after that. Let's just say it won't just be plastic penetrating my slutty little body in that one! ;D Amber xxx'

"Holy shit, she actually called me 'sweetheart'!" you grinned, this being the first amazing thing about the post (your mom calling you that all the time!), your hand gripping your shaft as you reread the rest of it; your mother having very much upped her game even further from her last post, sounding a lot more like Amber Knights now. As hot as it was, and as hard as it made you cum reading your own mother's description of having two dildos inside her, what really caught your attention was what she'd said about 'the real thing' and about what her next movie shoot was going to be, basically insinuating that she was going to do it with at least one guy...if not several! "Oh my God, she just shot something else the other day!" you suddenly realized, remembering what she'd accidentally mentioned earlier. Could that be what she filmed? Her having sex with a guy this time? If so, then this was big. Even bigger than doing it with two other women - which of course you were equally as anxious to see!