I picked up the magazine, opened it to the centerfold again and really looked at her. Mom was a little thinner back then and obviously younger, but it was easy to see her as she was now lying on that pool table.

Her long legs were well shaped and her stomach hard and flat, but to my chagrin, my eyes lingered on her breasts. They weren't as big as a lot of the porn stars or nude models I'd seen. But they weren't that small and they were perfectly round, firm and her small pink nipples were hard between her red fingernails.

I turned the page to where she was on her knees on the table and looked at her ass, it wasn't as small as I would have thought for how thin she was, but round with a sweet curve to her cheeks. Sweet curve? What the hell was wrong with you, Paul? Put the damn thing away, put it all away.

But my shock had now morphed into a train wreck sort of fascination. I stared at my mother's pussy, her according to the caption, nineteen year old pussy and took in the small patch of blonde fuzz above her pink skin.

Her lips were spread and her swollen clit, as pink as her nipples, prominently displayed. I had to admit if this were any woman other than my mother I'd be thinking about what she would feel like, what she'd taste Like.

Speaking of tasting, I put the magazine down and lifted the blow job video taking in my mother's cum drenched face. The cock looked huge in her small hand and the dripping head was right at the edge of her mouth.

Her lips were painted slut red and her beautiful blue eyes were wide and bright, looking at the cock as if she couldn't wait for more. I was sure it was an act, but her expression was of naked lust. Then again, didn't the book I'd seen declare Molly Minx liked her work?

I put the tape carefully in the box, and picked the gang bang one off the floor, quickly tucking it away before I looked closely at it. But when I grabbed eighteen and loving it, I didn't put it in the box, instead, my eyes darted across the room to the small TV that had a DVD player and VCR built into them.

Dad had said he needed the VHS player for his favorite old movies and boring war documentaries. Dad was full of shit, I thought, well not really, his favorite old movies just happened to be his wife's adventures as a porn star. His wife, my mother.

I looked from the VHS player to the tape in my hand and repeated that lost thought out loud.

“It's mom, don't do it."

But was it really mom? Technically yes, but hell, barely older than I was now. She certainly wasn't my mom then. That logic was twisted and I knew it, but I stood up anyway and walked over to the TV.

I slipped the tape in and my heart pounding turned the TV on. The first scene that came on was a redhead named Cindy Sinn and although Miss Sinn looked pretty enticing in her cheerleader outfit, I picked up the remote and hit fast forward, I stopped each time I saw names for the next scene appearing and the fourth one announced “Molly Minx and Bill West.”

I had to remind myself to breath as the scene came on. Mom appeared in a naughty school girl outfit, complete with her hair in pig tails, seductively licking a lollypop. I stood there transfixed and watched as she tongued the candy, then putting it down, did a slow strip tease, unbuttoning her white blouse, then slipping her bra off and playing with her tits.

She put her back to the camera and shimmied out of the skirt to reveal her ass in a pair of old fashioned little white cotton panties. She lay on her back and spreading her legs, showed the large wet spot in the white panties and pulling them to the side played with her pussy.

I swallowed hard and felt myself blushing as I watched mom slip her finger inside her pussy, then suck on it. She rubbed her clit and made a come here gesture to the camera. A tall dark haired man came into view and stood in front of her.

He was shirtless and after running her nails up and down his chest and stomach, Mom unzipped him and pulling his long cock out, giggled and licked it as she had the Lollypop. Mom moaned and the camera zoomed in as she slowly took his now fully hard cock slowly into her mouth.

I was beginning to sweat and kept lifting the remote to stop it, but for some reason couldn't. On screen mom was deep throating the huge cock, drooling and moaning as she slobbered over it. The man pushed her back, stripped her panties off and getting on his knees Licked her pussy.

Mom sighed and moaned, playing with her tits and as the guy licked her he shoved his fingers into her pussy, then one in her ass. Mom's moans were getting louder and high pitched and I flinched when the room was filled with the sounds of her squealing as she came.

She sounded pretty damn convincing and when she finished, he bent her legs back and drove his cock inside her. I stood there in a daze, a dreamlike feeling coming over me. Could this really be happening? Was that my mother I was watching in a dirty movie? One of dozens she had made?

Worse, was I really hard? Was that my cock throbbing in my jeans as I watched my mother hop on top of ‘Bill West‘ and bounce up and down on his cock like it was an amusement park ride? Squealing, yelping, yelling for him to fuck her harder, her face a mask of wanton desire?

I put my hand on my crotch and groaned, it wasn't a dream; I was hard as a rock. You're a sick puppy, Paul, I told myself, but I didn't care, I stood there rubbing my aching dick through my pants while now watching my mother on her knees getting it hard and fast.

Her hand was between her legs, stroking her clit while she was getting pounded and moaning about how good it felt, then smiling and saying “Don't be shy To my chagrin, and twisted delight, a second man came into the picture, naked, his hard cock swaying as he walked up to her. Mom eagerly took him in her mouth and was now sucking while getting nailed doggy style.

“Goddamn, Mom." I said softly while watching my mother taking it in both ends.

My cock was so hard it hurt and I was thinking disgusting thoughts.