Porn Star Mother -- Illustrated

[note: the following story contains incest themes and content]

illustrations by NaughtyBrainComics

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The unassuming building is located on the outskirts of San Francisco downtown. It's the kind of place that's antiquated, found between the financial district and freeway entrances. Not many people are walking around, just cars driving by.

Julie enters the lobby and finds her way around. She's tense, this is her first time here. Heads turn when she walks by, her office dress and statuesque figure always gets that reaction, but she ignores everyone. There are 12 floors in this building and she looks for HeyAllStudios and makes her way there.

When the elevator door opens on the 6th floor, Julie is struck by the blandness of the place. It has the feel of a dental office or a cheap government building. There's very little of anything on the walls, a few decorations, a few seats. A middle-aged secretary sits behind the desk and greets her.

"Hi, may I help you?" the secretary says.

"Good afternoon, I'm looking for Dylan. I believe he works in the tech department."

"Sure, your name?"

"Julie."

"Thank you, please have a seat. I'll let him know you're waiting."

Julie takes a seat, looking around at the blandness of the area. She looks down the hall and sees rooms with closed doors. As she waits, a door opens and two bikini-clad women walk to the bathroom together while having a casual conversation.

It takes her breath away to see this. She's never felt so out of place in her life and for a few seconds she thinks about leaving. Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe a phone call would have been more appropriate. Anything but being here.

She stands when Dylan comes to the lobby, a dejected look on the young man's face, like he's caught. When they're face to face, Julie tries to be calm. She doesn't want to judge. She just wants to know what's going on.

"Is there a place we can talk in private?" she says.

"Yeah, we can talk in one of the rooms. Follow me."

They walk in silence. The awkwardness is palpable. Neither of them wants this conversation but it's an inevitable one. Julie wonders what's going on behind these closed doors, but the more she thinks, the more she'd rather not know.

Dylan finds an empty room down the hall and they both enter. No one else is there. The place is bland. White walls, a bed with a blanket, a table and a chair. What's most striking is that there's a laptop connected to a video recorder, which is pointed at the bed. The screen shows a live feed of the bed along with a chat.

"So this is the tech company you've been telling me about?"

He nods. "I'm sorry."

"You should have been honest with me. I would have understood."

"No you wouldn't. You would have lectured me on morality."

Julie stands there and tries to be diplomatic. A brothel or a porn studio -- wherever this is -- isn't the best place to have a debate with her son.

"Do you enjoy working here?" she asks.

"I do, yeah. I get to meet cool people. My friends work here. The salary is decent, but you know, I'm still looking for another job."

"That's good, you've always been a tech wizard. Working here is nothing to be ashamed of though."

"I agree, but who knows, I might not be here much longer."

"What do you mean?"

"Business is tight. There's another web developer here who's able to bring in new models, so he's twice as valuable as me. I'm just a normal tech guy. So if I get laid off, I'll have to move back home... if you'll allow me."

"You're always welcome back home. I love you. I miss you."

He manages to smile. "Thanks for not judging me. When I saw you in the lobby, I thought you were going to freak out."

"You're a man now. I have to respect your decisions."

"Thanks. That means a lot."

"How close are you to getting laid off?" she asks. "Was that an exaggeration?"

"I wish. The boss gave me notice that it's a possibility."

"Excuse my ignorance, but couldn't you find women on the internet? Or couldn't this company just post an advertisement?"

"Not the same," he says. "The other web developer is smooth, he's able to meet women at clubs and convince them to work here as a side hustle. That's what the audience wants. Not the typical porn look. Something normal, but still sexy. Are we really having this conversation?"

They both try to suppress their uncomfortable laughter, but the humor shines through. Sex was never something they talked about, now they're discussing the inner-workings of the business.

"In all seriousness, I want you to succeed," she says. "I'm sure you can land another tech job."

"Have you read the news? Tech companies are laying people off left and right. I don't know, I'll figure something out."

The look on Dylan's face is hurtful to any mother to see, a flicker of something close to shame, but with a hint of giving up. In that fleeting moment, she sees a young man losing hope. Where's the fighting spirit? Where's the man she raised?

She stops herself from pressing her son any further. She decided long ago to stop being the nagging mother, and instead become a supporting parent because her old approach used to push him away. Resisting natural habits is difficult but it's for the best.

"You'll find something," she says. "If nothing else, you're more than welcome to come back home. Your siblings would love to have you around."

"Thanks, it's possible. I'll probably be laid off soon, unless you have a friend or something."

"A friend for what?"

He forces a smile. "That was a joke. You know, a friend who could be a model."

"Unfortunately I can't help you there. All my friends are the same age as me."

"That's a desirable demographic."

"Women in their late 40's?"

"Yeah, older women are a thing. Why are we even having this conversation?"

"Because I'm an intrusive mother, showing up to your place of work."

"And I should have been honest about working here. This drama could have been avoided. Sorry for lying, for putting you through this."

"I'm glad we can talk openly. I have to get back to the office. I took an extended break."

She hugs Dylan, all the while looking at the tech layout and webcam. She's part of the small group of women who don't watch porn, but she has a basic understanding of the webcam genre. She even did some research before coming here today, looking at the models and their masturbation, and a bit of couples sex.

When they go their separate ways, Julie walks by a tall black woman wearing a see-through tank top and a short skirt. The woman winks at her, licks her lips, and in return, Julie gives a tense smile. Is this how easy the world of sex is? People showing up, turning on the webcam, and earning money? It seems like a good deal for certain types of women who are fine with selling their bodies.

She thinks about her son being laid off. As a mother, it would be nice having Dylan around the house again. Whenever the other siblings crave fast food or need rides to sports practice, Dylan is happy to take them. It would be a dream to have all her kids under the same roof for a few more years. Though she understands the need for Dylan to spread his wings.

It's an interesting dilemma that Julie contemplates as the elevator heads down to the main lobby. Every mother deals with these feelings eventually. When the door opens, the answer strikes like lightning. It's more important for Dylan to become his own man, than to come back home, even if it means working here.

She pushes away her selfish instincts, her maternal longing. The greatest gift she could ever give her son is the ability to be independent. A greater sense of confidence. To fight for something. One final push for Dylan's wings to open for good.

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The next day it's raining, which is perfect because it allows Julie to return wearing a long coat. She makes her way to HeyAllStudios and has a conversation with the secretary. She's more at ease today. Right or wrong, she's made peace with her plan of action.

She goes to an empty room as directed by the secretary. Everything is neat, spotless. It smells like cleaning agents were used. The laptop screen is on, people had previously been chatting on a live stream. She prepares herself. Takes off her shoes and stands barefoot.

There's a knock on the door.

"Come in," she says.

When the door opens, Dylan enters, stunned that she's returned. Julie stands firm and clenches her coat shut. Her son looks down, wondering why she's barefoot. Her legs can get any young man's attention.

"I didn't expect to see you here again."

"Are you still looking for an older model?" she asks.

"I never tried. I mean, I'm not exactly a lady's man."

"But it would help you, right?"

"To bring models here? Yeah, it would, but that was a joke. I've kind of accepted that I'll be laid off. It's a learning experience, I'll be fine."

But giving up isn't fine, so Julie opens her coat so that her matching red bra and panties set are showing. That's all she's wearing beneath her coat. Even on this rainy day. The undergarments are designer, something she bought yesterday at the mall.

Her body has always been a sacred temple. Something meant for love or child bearing. Never objectification. She thought long and hard last night, considering all of the possibilities, and she came to the firm conclusion that this would be a necessary sacrifice.

It's fair to say that Julie's figure is hypnotic. She was an athlete back in college, softball and track, but four kids and an office job have left their mark. As her curves got thicker, she started having a stronger effect on men, which always surprised her. If she goes through with this plan, she's certain that her curves will be a selling point. Especially her legs. Walking around the office all day does wonders for a woman's thighs and calves.

"Umm... what are you doing?"

"Giving you a model," she says.

"You?"

The young man remains mystified, which is flattering. Julie continues holding her coat open, her son's eyes going up and down in brief intervals.

"Look, this is humiliating. But it's for good reason. If you need a model, I'll do it. If this is too weird, then I'll get dressed and leave. We'll pretend this never happened."

Julie stands there while her son appraises her body, something no mother can ever truly prepare for, yet here it is. She sees that Dylan is thinking, because it's a consequential decision that will change their relationship forever. The more he thinks, the more Julie knows it's a worthwhile plan.

"How far are you willing to go?" he asks.

"I don't know. Whatever helps your job here. Think fast, because I have to return to the office. I've scheduled enough time to work something out."

"Sorry for asking, but can I take a picture of your body? Something to show my boss."

"Yeah, sure."

When her son pulls out a phone, it becomes the first time Julie lets anyone take a picture of her body, but she doesn't mention that. No need to make her son feel guilty since this was her decision. There's no face shot, just of her body. She doesn't model either, her curves speak for themselves.

"I'll be right back," he says.

"Remember, I only have a few hours."

"Got it."

Dylan leaves the room with a glimmer of excitement, which lets Julie know that she's made the right decision so far. A nervous flutter stirs in her stomach. This is unfamiliar territory and she pushes away negative thoughts which come to mind.

She paces the room with her coat open. She thinks about all the masturbation and sex acts that must have happened here. She looks at the laptop and webcam. All her life she's only ever used webcam technology to communicate with friends and family who live around the country, never for anything sexual.

When the door opens, Dylan returns with a bright look in his eyes. He closes the door.

"So, umm, great news. My boss is impressed. Can you start right now?"

"How would this work?"

"I'll get the live stream going. The rest depends on what people are willing to pay."

"How many people will see this?"

"Live, around a few hundred, to a few thousand. It's hard to say because you're new."

She sighs. "I suppose this is my fault."

"Yeah, you did offer. My boss is really interested though."

"What next?"

"Can you take off that coat while I create a new account?"

"Sure."

"Are you worried anyone will recognize you?" he asks.

Julie came prepared for this possibility and runs her fingers through her hair, making a slight mess. Her hair covers parts of her face. With her heavy makeup, lipstick, and highlights, the odds of anyone recognizing her on this obscure porn website are slim to none.

"How do I look now?"

"Like a new woman."

When her son is using the laptop, creating a new profile with lightning speed, Julie removes her coat and places it on the chair. She's only wearing a provocative bra and panties. There's a full-length mirror in the room, but she refuses to look at her appearance. The porn star version of herself.

"All set," he says. "We're live."

The camera is turned in her direction and she freezes.

"How many people are watching?"

"Two so far. It'll grow as more people see this room."

The red 'live' light on the webcam is intimidating. She looks at the screen and sees her scantily clad image, her awkwardly standing there. When she gets bored she sits on the bed, hoping it's clean. A few minutes go by and her son starts typing. People are in the chatroom.

Julie lays on the bed when they agree to showcase her legs. Her face isn't featured on the cam, just her body. The whole thing feels strange, a little scary. But seeing Dylan type with customers -- or whatever they're called -- makes it feel worth it. She hears ringing noises. The sound of coins. She looks at the screen and sees yellow lines with green dollar signs.

"Would you mind dancing a little?" he asks.

"Is that what people want?"

"Someone tipped a lot of money for it."

"Fine."

Dancing has never been her strong suit, but she had already anticipated something like this would happen. She stands and faces the webcam which is pointed at her. She messes her hair to cover parts of her face. Her dancing is as bad as expected, perhaps worse, but who knows, maybe this audience likes that she's a normal woman.

When she turns around and shows her backside, her luscious butt, her full hips, she hears the sound of ringing and coins. She must have hit a target.

"People love what you're offering."

"How many viewers?" she asks.

"361."

"Oh god."

She keeps going with the awkward movements, not knowing exactly what to do with her hands. But somehow that only leads to more gold coins being sent her way. Every moment feels forced. Shame tugs at her, a whisper that says she shouldn't be doing this, especially in front of Dylan.

A loud ring comes from the laptop. An avalanche of coins.

"You might not like this," he says.

"Tell me."

"Can you take off your top? This is an adult website, you know. I can leave if you want."

Julie closes her eyes and breathes deep while moving her backside for the cam. She reminds herself that she anticipated this. Nudity was always a real possibility, but only a small one. She had assumed that Dylan might rebuke any such request, but apparently not. Apparently this is so good for business that her son is willing to go along with it.

"For how long?" she asks.

"I don't know. A few minutes. It was a big tip. Do you want me to leave?"

"Stay. It's intimidating being alone with the chat room. I don't know how the process works."

The request to take off her bra lingers but she knows there's an expectation to act on-demand. With a deep, shaky breath, Julie reaches behind and unclasps the undergarment. She removes the bra and pulls it away, then faces the cam. Her breasts sag with age and they have a slight tan line. She can't bring herself to look at Dylan, it's much easier to face the audience.

She dances to the sound of tips coming in. It's music to her ears, a validation of her beauty at this age, which every woman secretly wants. The more risque her movements, the more gold coins make that ringing noise. She plays with her big boobs, squeezing them, playing with the erect nipples. As scary as this is, this arouses her. It makes her feel alive. She soars.

The door opens halfway, the boss pokes his head inside, which causes Julie to cover her breasts with the palms of her hands and turn her body away.

"Excuse the interruption, Dylan, may I have a word?" the boss says.

Her son heeds the boss's call and leaves the room. Julie has spent enough years in the office to know that the boss is about to deliver good news. There's something in that tone. She should be thrilled for her son, but as she continues the awkward movements and rubs her hips, she has this ominous feeling in the pit of her stomach. For the first time today, she starts to wonder if she's made a mistake.

With cheap walls, Julie can get a sense of the outside conversation, especially with the boss's booming voice. It's definitely positive news from the vibe of things. She closes her eyes and dances, trying to entertain the online crowd. She hears the words 'next step' reverberate from outside, followed by 'money' and 'audience wants.' Frustration bubbles up. She can't perform under pressure, especially not this kind of pressure.

She has an idea of what they're discussing in the hallway. This is a porn studio, after all, a place where morally flexible women satisfy the perverted urges of men around the world. But it's also her son. Surely it won't go any further than boobs. And even boobs are pushing her ethical limits to the max. The very question gets a response out of her nipples, making them protrude harder.

The door opens and closes as Dylan returns. There's a wry expression on his face, like he's hesitant about the next step. Julie instinctively covers her breasts, then lets her hands down again. Part of this is professionalism. She wants her son to be a man. And that means treating him like a man.

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

"Yes, of course, why? What happened?"

"My boss loves you. There's currently 2,618 people in the room and you're the top mature woman on this platform."

She lifts an eyebrow. "I'm assuming your job is secure."

"Yes, but you trust me, right?"

"If you're going to be vague, then just do whatever you need to do. We've already come this far."

He gulps. "Can you take your panties off?"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, my boss made the request."

There's still more work to be done with Dylan's confidence. At least he dared to make such an audacious request, Julie thinks. She's already showing her tits, what harm is the rest? She slides her panties off, throws them aside, and covers her pubic mound with the palm of her hand.

"You owe me," she says.