You don't get a reply and try to subtly bring it up when you visit her.

You awaited a reply from your mother the next day, but unfortunately didn't receive one. Nor did you receive any the day after that, much to your annoyance. You weren't sure exactly if she was just too busy and hadn't checked the boards for a while, or if the explicitness of your message had suddenly turned her off (thinking that perhaps you were just like every other guy on the forum), or if indeed it had just been random luck that you had received a reply in the first place. Either way, it left you feeling both disappointed and frustrated, having hoped that some sort of overt sexual description of how good masturbating made her feel would somehow help sate these incredibly strong feelings you now had towards her and her body, as well as clue you in a little further on what life was like in the porno business.

Not getting that though, you had to make do jacking off to her photo set again, furiously pumping away at the how both drop dead gorgeous and utterly filthy she looked squeezing that plastic toy between her thick, swollen lips and ass, then licking at the tip as she pulled on a hard nipple. At one point you even heard yourself softly mouthing the word "mom" as you reached orgasm, feeling instantly weird and a little embarrassed about going quite that far (even after everything else you'd been doing).

The following day came then - Thursday - when you had arranged to meet your mom, and after a long, boring day at school, feeling excited, and yet nervous (this being the first time you'll have seen her since you started openly fantasizing and masturbating over her body), you caught the bus out to her house and walked up the large gate, telling yourself just to act cool as you did, reminding yourself that she was still just your mom.

"Hey, sweetheart, you're earlier than I expected. Hang on a sec while I buzz you in," you heard her soft voice tell you through the intercom after you'd pressed the buzzer. Opening the gate for you, you then made your way up the drive, past her BMW, towards the front door, where you saw her appear, behind the glass of the entrance.

Pausing for a moment when you saw her, letting out a small, inaudible gulp and almost doing a double take; it being really strange seeing her now for some reason - Amber Knights in the flesh (even though you had spent the last two months seeing her off and on again). Rather than being clad in revealing and sexy lingerie, as you had grown accustomed to seeing her, she was instead rather casually dressed in a navy blue sweat shirt and a pair of dark leggings, with some furry gray boots on her feet. Unlike the last time you'd seen her though, before she'd gone to shoot her porno scene, her make up was slightly more dramatic (not overly so, but enough to notice a difference), she had large hoops in her ears and her long straight hair was slightly more styled - wavier, with loose ringlets towards the bottom.

"There he is!" she happily smiled as you got over your slight stutter and headed up towards the now open front door, "My current favorite son!"

"Only 'current'?" you smiled back as you reached her in the doorway, "I thought I'd always been your favorite?"

"Oh alright then; 'My all time favorite son'," she laughed, pulling you close for a hug, "Just don't tell your brother I said that." As you embraced, there at the entrance way, you were more than ever now, quite unable to ignore the sensation of her massive chest pressing up against your own, feeling your dick twitch and begin to rise as you did - all too aware of their pornographic significance. "It's good to see you again, sweetheart. I missed you."

"I uh, I missed you too, mom," you awkwardly blushed as you once again parted, trying to refrain from staring down into her cavernous cleavage that the low cut neck hole of her shirt amply displayed, and instead forcing your eyes towards her own.

Heading then into the house and into the living room, trying to hide the semi in your pants as you followed after her, staring at your her ridiculously plump, round ass cheeks (her leggings clinging to them like a second skin) as she walked, conjuring up images of her with that large dildo lodged between them, you then took a seat on the couch while she got a few drinks, noting that the place hadn't really changed much since last you'd seen it.

After returning with the drinks, the two of you chatted for a while, mostly about the same sort of stuff you'd covered during your phone conversations, as well as laughing and joking around like you always did. Though it did feel strange being around her again and you did feel a little on edge, finding your gaze wandering a awful lot more than it had done previously - focusing intermittently on those big, succulent lips, her exceptionally large breasts, as well as the space between her legs (finding yourself now openly thinking about your own mother's vagina). You did your best to be subtle about it of course, but still, that didn't stop you from turning red every so often or breaking into a sweat when you thought she'd almost caught you. After about an hour of this, having not really touched on her movie shoot at all, other than a brief mention of how long the flight had taken, what the hotel had been like etc., you decided to try and see if you could prize any further information from her - nothing overtly sexual mind, just something to quash your aching curiosity.

Asking then about her 'friend' Jan (almost referring to her as Summer by mistake) and what it was like shooting those scenes with her, your mother immediately turned a little awkward and embarrassed by this, explaining that it wasn't something she should really be discussing with you - her son. Quickly trying to save the situation, pretending like you weren't actually asking about the movie shoot and instead were just curious to know more about her friends and how it must have been nice to work with them all, your mom seemed to accept this, explaining how "sweet and kind" they all were, and how much they had really helped her with everything. Having dodged a bit of a bullet there, the conversation then progressed somewhat organically to when exactly you were going to meet any of these new friends (explaining to your mom that this was why you appeared so interested in the subject all of a sudden, in case you ran into any of them), your mother's reply, indicating that this was probably unlikely to happen.

"Oh. Well, I'm not really sure that would be such a good idea, sweetheart," she told you, looking slightly uncomfortable again, "I don't know exactly how I'd explain our connection. As far as they're aware, Stephanie Burke is single, and certainly doesn't have a teenage son."

"You could always introduce me as your long lost cousin or something," you joked, recalling the original plan to explain your mom's presence in your own house all those months ago, raising a giggle from her as you did.

Turning serious again and placing a hand onto your knee, she gently spoke, "I don't think that would work though, Tim. I'm sorry, but I think it would probably be for the best if we just kept those two parts of my life separate for now...at least until you're a bit older." Although this did make sense on one level, you kind of got the impression that the overriding factor was that she didn't really want to introduce her 17 year old son to members of the porno industry - perhaps getting on with them herself, but not sure if it was something you should be exposed to just yet (still treating you like you were her little baby).

Laughing it off though, you replied, "No, sure. I understand. I was just kidding anyway. I mean, why the heck would I need to know a load of really beautiful woman when I've got Randall? He's just as good!"

"Well I'm not sure about that," your mother smiled, joining in the joke, "I could lend him a few of my dresses though. Perhaps that might make him look more the part!"

Laughing at this, relieved that you somehow managed to cover yourself (having been an idiot for going against our own advice in the first place), the conversation then quickly moved onto your friend Randall, with your mom admitting how much she actually missed seeing him around the house - what with him virtually having been the 6th member of your family before the accident had happened. Growing more comfortable again, aware that you weren't going to find out anything you wanted to know this way, you then began to wonder to yourself if you might have a little more luck in bringing up the website and why exactly you hadn't received a reply to the message you'd left on the forums a few days ago, asking, after a break in the conversation, "So how are you getting on with that fancy new mac of yours without me around to help? (your mom having always been a slow when it came to computers)"

"Okay I think. I haven't had too much trouble really. I guess I must be becoming a little more computer savvy in my old, young age," she chuckled. "Besides, I have a friend...well he sort of work for me actually. He's really good with all that stuff."

"Oh, you mean your webmaster?" you asked, pretending like you didn't actually know, "That guy you mentioned before?"

"Yeah, Brett."

"It must be pretty cool having your own website, though a bit of a pain at the same time" you continued your performance, acting as casual as you could, "Having to update it all the time, as well as dealing with all of those weirdo fans..."