" She proclaimed. "I can't believe we're doing this, I can't believe I'm doing this. A Mother isn't supposed to be let alone enjoy fucking her own Son..." Finally I saw a glimmer of a smile out of her while she continued her onslaught on my cock. "Good, cause from now on you and I are going to fuck constantly. Whenever we have a spare moment and especially when Dad is here." As if by que we heard my Father walking towards the stairs to the basement. Mom tried to get off me so she could get dressed. My sister Helen is already an experienced porn actor, and she has helped me enormously.The scene we've just done is where Helen has already won my trust and is gradually undressing me on the couch in our living room. In real life, Helen and I have been having sex together for ages, but today we are pretending that it's my first time. But now Helen and I are in our dressing gowns while Justyna and Sonja set up for the next scene. This will be where Helen is watching me masturbate with a vibrator. Warm feelings started. She gave me a solid push on the chest to lie down and then ran the vibrator down until it was rubbing between my legs. She held it there with one hand while she undid my jeans with the other. I was laughing at her and in the end had to help her undo my jeans and pull them off. She was a girl on a mission with no inhibitions. With my jeans off she slipped the tip inside my undies and ran it up and down my crack. Oohh this was new, and good. I groaned my. Lunar grown delicacies. The development of bioreactor grown milk had saved French cuisine from the global onslaught of environmentally aware veganism across the planet. Vegan, animal free, but otherwise identical to farm fresh hand churned butter.La Lune Au Nord was extra special. Their particular strain of butter was a sport, tangy with a hint of spice. We both oohed and ahhed over the meal. Afterwards we went for a walk in the Earth grav section of the city along the promenade deck, arm in.