Mom's Little Toy - Bo Dunne - ebook

Lights, camera, action! Connor, a tall but under-endowed college student, has never had the joy of a woman's body. His mom has serviced him with blow jobs because she was always a free spirit. Now they're going to make money by having Mom make a porn video. They're working for Marco and Sharona, who might find a solution for Connor's virginity! ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Sharona let in a slender young brunette. She wore a tight, white tank top without a bra and a light blue miniskirt revealing long legs that were toned and shapely. Very pretty, she looked around with large, blue eyes. "Connor, this is Annie," said Sharona. "Annie, does he do justice to the picture I sent?" "Hi," Annie said to Connor, without answering Sharona's question. She was soft-spoken, a little shy. "You're even taller than you looked in the picture." "You're tall, too. And really hot." Dazzled by her appearance, his gaze went from her pretty face, with classic cheekbones and an awkward smile, down her figure to her feet. "Wow."  "Why don't you get acquainted a little?" Mom looked to Sharona for approval. "They can sit on the bed and just talk, don't you think?" "Of course!" Sharona moved a stand with lights out of the way. "We want you to be comfortable with each other. Come on over!" Always well behaved, Connor gestured for Annie to go first.  She smiled shyly again as she walked to the bed. Connor followed, his eyes on those long legs under her little blue skirt. Her hips had a hot sway and the skirt barely reached low enough to cover her butt. She was wearing flip-flops that somehow looked sexy on her, too. When they sat down together on the bed, Annie kicked off her flip-flops. As Connor sat down at the same time, he glimpsed her white lace panties. Her movement seemed unintentional and the sight sent another wave of heat through him. She drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, seemingly unaware that he could now see clearly under her little skirt. With her hair falling forward, she rested her chin on her knees and glanced up at him with the same shy look as before.  Connor looked away and then sneaked another glance at the flesh of those toned legs and the white lace. His pulse was racing.  "I heard you're in college," Annie said. "Me, too." "I go to UF." "Gainesville? Me, too!" She raised her head. "What year?" "Sophomore." He could not help smiling. Having something real to talk about made this situation a little bit more normal. "Me, too! Have you picked your major?" "Not for sure. Something about computers, electronics, programming. That stuff. I know, it's super-nerd stuff." "Really? Those are such hard subjects." "What about you?" "I'm not sure. Maybe business. I want to be an entrepreneur so I don't have to work for other people all my life." "That's smart," said Connor. He hesitated, not sure what else to say, but he found that he liked her. She seemed like a regular person, which surprised him in this setting. The women he had met at an ordinary sorority party had seemed ordinary, but they had set him up to be humiliated. Annie shifted onto her back. He stretched out alongside her and lowered his voice. "Did they tell you about me?" "Sharona said it's your first time."

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Mom’s Little Toy

GatorTail Trailer Park No. 11

by Bo Dunne

“~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~”

Copyright 2018 by Bo Dunne

Connor’s pulse spiked when he saw his mom, Mattie, lounge nude on the bed inside the huge, converted bus. He was slouching at a cramped computer station, ready to handle the sound and cameras on the video they were about to make. Cameras were mounted all over the bus, aimed at his mom from different angles. Mom’s new friend, Marco, had hired Connor part-time because he was home this weekend from college. A tall, brilliant, geeky guy on a full-ride scholarship, Connor already knew how to handle all the equipment and the software.

“Ready for the video and sound check, Connor?” Marco, standing by the bed nude, gave him a big grin. A friendly, charismatic guy, Marco had charmed Connor’s mom with his big smile, long, dark curly hair, and expensive, stylish clothes. He had introduced himself to Connor as a Florida Italian, whose grandparents had moved from Brooklyn many years ago. His muscular chest and arms, flat abs, and powerful legs already looked great on Connor’s monitors.

“Ready,” Connor said, looking away. He knew another reason his mom was hot for Marco. She had always been a free spirit and a size queen—and Marco had the kind of equipment she lived for.

Connor sneaked a peek at Sharona, Marco’s woman and business partner. Sharona, who was double-checking lights and cameras, was very pretty and she had firm, natural boobs, far bigger than DD-size, that hung free and beautiful. She was nearly six feet tall and barefoot. Her long hair was sun-bleached and her hips were full. A small red triangle of bikini bottom covered her bush, with only narrow strings keeping it in place.

Sharona turned to Connor and gave him a dazzling smile, nearly shoving her bare, bulging globes with their pink nipples into his face. “I’m ready.”

“Okay,” he said, sneaking a longer look.


Mattie sat on the bed inside the air-conditioned bus, looking around in amazement. The back half was set up as a beautiful bedroom, with a king-sized bed. Connor, wearing an orange tank top and green cargo shorts, worked at a small desk that held a big monitor showing every camera angle at once. Red, heart-shaped pillows even added a silly hint of romance. When Marco had invited her to make some money with internet videos after the first time he had fucked her, she had no idea about the details.

The real weirdness was having her son, Connor, helping with the computer and video work. Still, he had agreed. She was always strapped for cash and he was willing to help. Yet he had very serious problem of his own and she had never been able to help—not completely.

“Wow,” said Mattie. She leaned close to Marco and lowered her voice. “I never saw anything like this!”

Marco grinned, his long, dark curly hair framing his face. “For Sharona and me, it’s home. We want you to share in it.”

“You’re a sweetheart to invite me here. But I’m a forty-something barmaid with more butt than she needs. Why would you want someone who looks like me?”

“Because you’re stunning.” Marco’s dazzling smile put her at ease, as did his friendly manner. “Sharona and I don’t believe in pushing too hard. If you want to work with us, we want to be all in, so to speak.”

“All in?” Nervous, Mattie giggled like a teenager at the play on words. She had met Marco a few days before when she was working at the Grillin’ Gator Bar here in rural Florida, less than an hour’s drive from Gainesville. Now, after the end of her shift in mid-afternoon, they had strolled across the bar parking lot to the bus. Before Mattie had undressed and showered in the bus’s shower stall, she had worn one of her usual skimpy work-related outfits designed to draw more tips from tipsy guys. Marco and Sharona had made her feel comfortable being nude now, though that was not difficult. She had always taken a casual attitude toward nudity and near-nudity while she had raised Connor as a single mother.