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Newly widowed Rachel Steele cut an elegant and lovely figure as, dressed all in black, she stood quietly mourning her husband at his funeral. No one seeing her then could ever have imagined how she would look a short time later. The change that was to come - the unwanted and depraved spectacle in which Rachel was to be involved - was not of her doing. It was the result of coercion and intimidation by a shady casino owner looking to collect on the debts of her late, closet-gambler husband. This owner’s name was Tom, and he did not mince words or waste time. Neither did he care that the tears were barely dry on Rachel's face. When the demurely dressed Rachel answered the door to him, he invited himself in proceeded to shatter a bunch of illusions she had about her husband. Contrary to what she had believed, he was not the clean-living, church-going man she had thought him to be. She listened in XXXX and disbelief as Tom laid out - with proofs - her husband's history at his casino. Aside from lavish gambling, he had drunk heavily and gone with hookers. Present at this conversation was Rachel's strapping young son, Kyle. He could no more stomach this news than his mother could. But Tom was remorseless. He was interested in one thing: getting back the $75,000 worth of debts that her husband owed him. When Rachel heard that figure, she could have feinted. The amount was staggering to her, and there was no way she could ever raise it. In vain she appealed to Tom for mercy. One way or another, he was going to get the money - or something of equal worth. It was then that he fully noticed Rachel's intriguing blend of wholesomeness and sexiness. She was, as they say, a MILF. Following a train of thought, Tom turned and looked at Kyle. Rachel's son was perfect for what Tom was considering. He was tall and virile, and looked to be packing in the crotch of his pants. Thinking of his business side-line in the pornographic DVD industry, Tom now had an alternative to offer Rachel. She could get rid of the debt, he announced casually, by shooting three thirty-minutes hardcore videos in which she fucked her own son. Such videos sold like hot cakes, and were guaranteed to make a fortune. However, his comment may as well have been a bombshell. Rachel and Kyle were horrified. At first they flat-out refused even to hear the suggestion repeated. But, the seriousness of their situation sinking in, they began to see it as their only possible chance to avoid ruin - or worse. As Tom helpfully pointed out to them: those who did not pay his debts were liable to suffer an unpleasant and messy end. Presently, he left the mother and son alone for a few minutes to talk over their options. A tense Rachel and Kyle ran through all the pros and cons, and eventually found themselves agreeing to the unthinkable: they would have ncestuous sex on camera. As soon as Tom learned of their decision, he got straight to work preparing the shoot. He called upon one of his trusted men to operate the video camera, and told Rachel and Kyle to go slip into something more appropriate. Soon enough, everything was ready. The movie was to be shot in Rachel's bedroom; the scene of the fucking was to be her big double-bed. It was the one she had shared so long with her husband - the only sexual partner she had ever had. Sitting in a director's chair to one side was Tom. When he hollered for the performers to step forward, they did so with the utmost nervousness. Kyle sported nothing but a towel about his waist. Rachel wore a sheer nightgown over which her modestly led her to cross her arms. Mother and son sat down on the bed. They were hesitant and full of second-thoughts. At last, assured by Tom that he would keep the bargain, they were as ready as they would ever be for their taboo performance. At the camera man's instruction, Rachel removed her son's towel, knelt before his naked cock, and proceeded - reluctantly - to suck on it. Gradually, in spite of herself, she found herself getting into the swing of things. Of her own accord she shrugged loose her robe to reveal herself in skimpy red lingerie worthy of her deliciously shaped, big-boobed figure. It was, indeed, a drastic change from her refined funeral attire of that morning. As to the sucking of her son's cock, Rachel kept at it for the longest time. Ever more sensually and skillfully she fucked her tight-drawn lips fully up and down its thick, long length. Her raven-haired head bobbed gracefully from the effort. With the cameraman chipping in from time to time, she made herself add hand-stroking, kissing, licking, ball-sucking and deep-throating to the mix. Already she was serving up an unforgettable treat for her future viewers. By the end of it, she had her son's cock thoroughly bloated and rock-hard. There was no question then of Kyle being able to perform on his debut. When his mother lay back on the bed and pulled her panty's crotch aside, he knelt between her parted legs, lined his big cock up with her forbidden pussy, and fucked into it - deep, clean and hard. Mother and son emitted a gasp at that moment. They were now committing ncest for sure. Although the realization seemed to trouble them, they did not let up for a moment. In fact, they went on to fuck with an ever-increasing intensity. Kyle became more passionate in his cock-thrusts, and Rachel became louder in her moans. It was the mother's first fuck in what seemed like an eternity. Moreover, it was better than anything her husband had ever given her. The cameraman had little need to instruct the pair further. Momentarily forgetting themselves and the camera pointed on them, the taboo-breaking pair fucked on lustfully and willingly. Once Kyle praised the tightness of his mother's pussy. Meanwhile, Rachel begged him to fuck her harder. To her immense shame, she even came on his cock. For the future viewers, the whole scene was graphically captured. There was the Apple-Pie mother: lying back, big tits bouncing from the force with which she was being fucked. Right in the camera's line of sight, big and clear, was the image of her own son's cock plunging into her pussy again and again. Incredibly, the action that followed it was even more impassioned. Rachel was on her hands and knees with her son dominating her from behind, fucking her with all the energy of a young man at the height of his lust. Tom smiled as he watched the scene. He had lucked on a couple of great performers. Yet it was a complex experience for both mother and son. Even as they thrilled with tremendous excitement and pleasure, they still to show signs of guilt and uncertainty. Nevertheless, that did not stop Kyle from continuing the relentless fucking of his mother until she couldn't help but moan and gasp her satisfaction at the top of her voice. A second cum on his cock confirmed her body's ecstatic approval. Last of all, at her insistence, Kyle came in her face. Rachel had leaned close for that - eagerly opening her mouth to accept as much of her son's hot creamy juice as she could. Afterwards, when the intoxication of their lust had left them, mother and son were mortified by what they'd done. But Tom was a very happy and amused producer. Gleefully, he reminded Rachel that she had further scenes to do. Ten, in fact. On top of that, he mentioned that he heard Rachel had a hot daughter and another son. When he started telling her about the future things she might have to do - including a full blown ncestuous orgy - Rachel screamed and lunged at him. Tom merely laughed, brushed her aside, and strode cockily out of the room. He was smug in the knowledge that her husband’s debt was well on the way to being laid off. Rachel, on the other hand, was crushed with despair and humiliation. She slumped to the floor of her room and sobbed her heart out. What had started off of as a bad day had somehow grown into a nightmare. Almost naked, disheveled from sex, showing cum on her face - she was indeed a different sight to the one she had been that morning.