"What's the Wi-Fi password?" Emily's teenage son, Jake, shouted from the hallway.

Emily, a single mom, rolled her eyes as she typed away on her laptop, juggling emails from work with dinner prep. "It's on the fridge, Jake," she called back. She was tired. Her day had been a whirlwind of office deadlines and parent-teacher conferences, and she was eager to collapse into bed. She didn't have the energy for one of Jake's marathon gaming sessions, or his usual barrage of questions about the mysteries of the internet.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, his voice fading as he retreated to his room. She sighed, relieved to have a few moments to herself. She'd been feeling increasingly overwhelmed lately, with no time to even think about dating. Her social life had been reduced to the occasional night out with friends, and even those had become rare as her responsibilities piled up.

The aroma of simmering garlic filled the kitchen as she stirred the pasta sauce, her thoughts wandering to the last time she'd felt a man's touch. It had been months, and even that was just a fleeting encounter that had left her craving more. Emily often wondered if she'd ever find someone who understood her hectic schedule, who could handle her sharp tongue when she was stressed, and who'd be good to Jake.

Jake's door creaked open and his footsteps grew louder as he approached. "Mom, can you come check this out?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and confusion. Emily wiped her hands on a dishtowel and walked down the hallway, expecting another tech quandary.

But as she stepped into his room, the sight on his computer screen made her freeze. It was a woman, dressed in lingerie, looking like a mirror image of herself, in a pose that was all too familiar. Emily's heart skipped a beat as she realized it was a still from one of her favorite adult films, a guilty pleasure she reserved for the rarest of quiet nights.

Her eyes met Jake's, wide and innocent. "Is that you?" he asked, pointing at the screen. "Is that how you pay for all this?"

Emily felt the blood drain from her face as she stumbled over her words. "I-I, no, sweetie. That's not me. I used to be an actress, a long time ago, before you were born," she managed, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jake's expression morphed from shock to fascination. "A porn star?"

"A... film actress," she corrected, though the damage was done. She took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of Jake's bed, her mind racing for the right words. "It was a long time ago, when I was younger and trying to make ends meet. I did some modeling, and it sort of led to acting. I thought it was just fun and exciting at the time."

Jake leaned back in his chair, his eyes glued to the screen. "But why'd you stop?"

Emily felt a pang of regret. "Well, I got pregnant with you, and I realized I wanted to focus on being a mom. I wanted to make sure you had the best life possible. So, I made the choice to leave that behind." She tried to keep her tone light, hoping to steer the conversation away from the darker aspects of her past. "It's not something I'm proud of, but it's part of my history. And it's nothing for you to worry about or think too much about."

"But it's kind of cool," Jake murmured, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Emily's stomach twisted. She didn't want him to think of her that way. "Jake, it's important that you understand, what you're seeing on the screen isn't real life. It's a job, and not one I'd want you to think is normal or okay for everyone."

He nodded, though his eyes remained transfixed on the computer. "I know," he said. "But it's just so... I don't know, different. To think that you used to do that stuff."

Emily's mind drifted back to those early days, the glamour and the excitement. It had been thrilling at first, the rush of adrenaline, the allure of the taboo. But it had quickly turned into a grind, a way to pay the bills. Her favorite scenes were the ones that had felt the most real, the ones where she'd actually enjoyed herself. And as she stared at Jake, she felt a sudden, intense wave of arousal wash over her.

Her body had been begging for release for so long, and the sight of the woman on the screen, her doppelgänger, brought those memories flooding back. She imagined herself in those scenes, with the men who had made her feel alive. But now, in the quiet of her own home, it was her son's innocence and curiosity that stirred something deep within her.

The thought was wrong, she knew it. But she couldn't shake it. Jake had always been the spitting image of his father, tall, broad-shouldered, with a smattering of hair across his chest just like hers. She felt her breath quicken as she took in the way he sat in his chair, the way his hands hovered over the keyboard, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch him.

The room grew warmer as she struggled to push the images from her mind. "Jake, you really should get to your homework," she said, her voice strained. "This isn't something for you to watch."

Jake looked over his shoulder at her, his cheeks flushed. "But Mom, I'm almost done. Just let me finish this one scene."

Emily's eyes darted to the screen, and she recognized it immediately. It was her favorite scene, the one where she'd felt the most alive. The one where she'd been paired with a man who'd known just how to make her body sing. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat pooling between her legs. "Jake, please," she said, her voice quivering. "Just...just close it."

He turned to her, his eyes narrowing. "Why? You liked it, didn't you?" He leaned back in his chair, his hand absently stroking his thigh. "You don't have to pretend anymore."

The room seemed to close in on her as she took in the size of him, the way his jeans strained against his erection. It was impossible not to compare it to the men she'd been with in her past. He was bigger than any of them. The realization hit her like a sledgehammer. Her son had a porn star-sized dick.

Emily felt a twisted mix of emotions: shock, arousal, and a deep-seated maternal protectiveness. She needed to put a stop to this before it went too far, but her own body was betraying her. Her mind raced with thoughts of what could happen, what she could do to keep this situation from spiraling out of control.

"Jake, that's... that's not what this is about," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not a job for us to do together, and I don't want you to think that it's a way out of anything."

He looked at her with a hopeful smile. "But think about it, Mom. We could make amazing films. You're still hot, and I'm, you know, obviously well-equipped." He gestured down at his crotch. "We could make so much money, and you wouldn't have to work three jobs anymore."

Emily's mouth fell open, a mix of horror and disbelief warring across her face. "Jake, no," she whispered, her eyes wide. "That's not something we can ever talk about. That's not what families do."

But Jake was insistent, his voice growing more excited with each word. "Come on, Mom. It's just a job. And we could be good at it. You'd enjoy this," he said, gesturing to his erection. "It's not like you're with those old, gross guys anymore. You're with me, and I'd take care of you."

Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. The thought was wrong on so many levels, but the way he looked at her, with a mix of desire and admiration, was hard to ignore. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she stared at him, trying to form a coherent response.

"Jake, please," she begged, her voice shaking. "We can't. I can't. It's not right."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "But Mom, don't you want to feel good again? You work so hard, and you never get to have fun. We could make each other happy and make enough money so you can finally take a break."

The room was spinning, and Emily couldn't think straight. She'd never imagined that her past could come back to haunt her like this. The idea of making films with her own son was repulsive and yet... tempting. The money could change their lives, and maybe, just maybe, it could fill the void she felt every time she came home to an empty house. But the price was too high.

"No, Jake," she said, her voice firm. "This isn't an option. We need to talk about this with someone. It's not normal, and it's not healthy. We'll find another way."

Jake's smile faded, and his eyes searched hers for any hint of willingness. "But Mom, just think about it. We could make a fortune, and you could finally have some fun. I know you miss it."

Her heart ached. She had missed the excitement, the rush of performing, the feeling of being desired. But it was a world she'd left behind for a reason. "Jake, I love you, but this isn't the answer. I don't want to go back to that life, and I definitely don't want you to start down that path."

He looked hurt, but she could see the determination in his eyes. "But Mom, I can't help it. Watching you on screen... it does something to me." And before she could stop him, Jake reached down and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and Emily couldn't help but gasp. It was like looking at a younger version of herself in the mirror, but instead of her own reflection, it was a living, breathing part of her son.

Her body responded instinctively, her own desire flaring up like a wildfire she hadn't felt in years. Jake began to stroke himself, his eyes locked on hers. The room was silent except for the sound of his hand sliding over his skin and the occasional gasp from Emily's parted lips. She felt a mix of horror and fascination, unable to look away.

In no time, Jake's hand was moving faster, his breathing growing ragged. Emily's eyes remained glued to his cock, watching it pulse and throb with each stroke. And then, with a grunt, he came, his cum spraying across the room and landing with a hot splatter on her cheek. She flinched but didn't pull away, the shock of the moment freezing her in place.

As the last droplets fell, the room was silent except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Emily's mind was racing, a tumult of emotions crashing through her like a storm. She'd never felt more conflicted in her life.

The warmth of his cum on her skin was strangely comforting, a reminder of her own desires that she'd buried so deep. It was wrong, so wrong, but she couldn't deny the intense arousal that was building within her.

Slowly, she reached up and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, looking down at the sticky residue with a mix of revulsion and fascination. Jake watched her, his chest heaving, his eyes searching her face for any sign of approval. Emily knew she should be disgusted, but instead, she felt a strange thrill. It was like she'd been handed a key to a secret garden she never knew existed.

For a moment, she was lost in the memory of her past, the way those scenes had made her feel so alive. But the reality was stark. This wasn't a set with professional actors and a script. This was her son, her baby, his cock in his hand and his eyes on hers. And as the first rope of cum shot out and splattered across her cheek, she felt something snap inside her.

Her hand hovered in the air for a split second before she reached out and touched him, her fingers tentative on his hot, sticky skin. Jake's eyes widened, and his strokes grew more urgent, his breath hitching in his throat as he watched her touch him. Emily's eyes never left his face, searching for any sign of regret or fear. But all she saw was a mix of lust and hope.

As the last drops of cum fell from him, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection. It was wrong, so very wrong, but it was also undeniable. She'd never seen anyone look at her like that, not even the men she'd been with in the industry. Jake had always been her rock, her confidant, but now he was something more.

Her hand remained on him, her thumb circling the tip of his cock as it began to soften. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the unspoken understanding that something had shifted between them. She felt a strange thrill, a dark excitement that made her heart race. This wasn't the life she'd planned, but in that moment, it was all she could think about.

With trembling hands, she reached up and wiped the cum from her cheek, bringing it to her mouth and tasting it. The salty tang brought a flood of memories back, of men who hadn't cared about her, who had used her for their own pleasure. But this was different. This was her son, the one person she'd do anything for, and she could see in his eyes that he needed her in a way she'd never imagined.

The silence grew heavy as she licked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving his. She knew she should be horrified, that she should run from the room and never look back.

But instead, Emily felt a strange, dark excitement unfurling within her. "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right," she murmured, her voice hoarse with lust. "We need professional equipment, a good director, and a safe environment. We'll make sure everything's high quality. It's not just for fun, Jake. This could change our lives."

Jake's eyes lit up at the prospect. "Really?" he breathed. "You mean it?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "But we're going to need to be smart about it. We can't just jump into this. We'll need to research, plan, and make sure we're getting the most for what we're... giving." She swallowed, the gravity of her words weighing heavily on her.

They spent the rest of the night in a tense, excited discussion. Emily pulled out her old industry contacts, scrolling through names she hadn't seen in years. She found a director who'd worked with her before, someone she knew was reputable and would handle the situation with the necessary sensitivity. They'd start with something small, just to test the waters.

The first step was to build anticipation. They shot a few short trailers, each one more tantalizing than the last. Emily was surprisingly comfortable in front of the camera again, her body moving with the confidence of a woman who knew what she wanted. Jake, too, had a natural screen presence, his youthful charm and innocent curiosity playing off her mature allure. The videos were artfully photographed, with just enough to leave the audience begging for more.

The second step was to build their audience. They posted the trailers anonymously on a few adult sites, using a pseudonym that hinted at their unique dynamic. The response was overwhelming, with comments pouring in, eager to see more of the mother-son duo. The feedback was surprisingly positive, with many praising the authenticity of their connection and the palpable chemistry that sizzled on screen.

Their fan base grew exponentially with each post, and soon they had a dedicated following of subscribers. The third video was a slow tease, with Emily giving Jake a sensual massage, her oiled hands sliding over his muscular back and down to the waistband of his boxers. He squirmed under her touch, and the camera caught every tremor of his body. The tension was thick, the anticipation almost tangible as she brushed her fingertips against the fabric of his underwear.

By the fourth video, they had amassed over 50,000 followers, all eagerly awaiting the big reveal. Emily and Jake had become masters of the art of anticipation, leaving their audience on the edge of their seats with every uploaded clip. The feedback was intoxicating, filling their inboxes with messages of adoration and requests for more.

The fourth video was a masterstroke. It was the moment their subscribers had been waiting for, the culmination of the slow burn they had meticulously crafted. Emily, dressed in a sheer negligée, lay on a plush velvet sofa, her legs slightly parted, inviting the camera to feast on her. Jake, now equally comfortable in front of the lens, knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he gently parted her thighs. The camera zoomed in on his trembling hands as he traced the fabric over her mound, the tension in the room almost palpable.

With the first touch of skin on skin, a collective gasp echoed through the internet. His fingers slid under the fabric, teasing her folds, and Emily's back arched in response. The camera captured the sheen of arousal on her skin, the way her nipples tightened as Jake's touch grew bolder. Each stroke of his finger brought her closer to the edge, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan that threatened to shatter the delicate silence.

The video ended with the promise of more, leaving their viewers desperate for the climax they hadn't been allowed to see. The comments section was a frenzy of excitement, with fans begging for the full scene. The money rolled in, a testament to their success, and Emily couldn't help but...