Mafia Desire (Erotica)

Growing up, I’d always known mom was pretty and when I hit my teens and my friend’s started remarking on her, I realized she was hot, but she never tried to be. She would dress well and flattering, but never inappropriate or slutty.

But having seen her outfits for work and seeing her out here in public it was apparent my mother was one hell of a sexy woman and not just for her age, but any age. That thought did not make me feel any better about her seeing Uncle.

She was dressing this way on purpose, hopefully to distract him and play him, but possibly to entice and seduce. Mom was still trying to get over dad and desperate. She wasn’t thinking clearly and I needed to save her from a big mistake.

Mom reached the other side of the street and was heading for the glass doors leading into the office building, when I came up behind her.

“Hey, hot stuff, where you going?”

Mom turned to look at me and before she spoke I noticed her deep red lip stick and she was sporting the rest of her night job make up.

“Ryan! What are you doing here?”

“The same thing you are getting here before you told me you were,” I grinned, “Sneaking”

“Well sneak your ass back home.” She told me, “If I wanted you here I wouldn’t have…”

“Lied to me.” I said, “Why would you lie, mom?” I made a show of looking her up and down, “And why the hell are you dressed like this?”

“To prey on all he thinks about, sex.” She admitted.

“Because that will make him think of just helping without looking for payment up front.” I replied.

“Ryan, you are my son, not my father and I will do what I see fit for this family.”

“And I’m not a child and I will do what I see fit for my mother and that is to not let you talk to that piece of shit alone.”

Mom looked taken aback and as her dark eyes stared into mine, I returned her gaze. We stared at each other in silence and by the initial look in her eyes I thought we were going to keep arguing, but he gaze softened and reaching down to take my hand, she said softly,

“I love Ryan, I love that you care. You’re right; you’re not a kid anymore, but one hell of a young man.”

“Then let me come with you. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”

“I have your word?” she asked, skeptically.

“You have my word I will sit there while you ask and he answers. If he gets out of line?” I shrugged, “No promises.”

“Be respectful, he is your uncle and I would like to get his help.”

“So would I, but not at your cost.”

Mom sighed, “Think of the girls, Ryan, its…”

“I am and they wouldn’t ever want their mommy being used and hurt.”

“They would never know.”

“You would.” I told her.

“Excuse me.” A man’s vice spoke, “Are you here to see someone?”

Mom let my hand go and turning to the security guard flashed him a huge smile.

“Hi, is there a problem?”

“You’re standing in the doorway, and I was wondering if there was a problem.”

“Not at all.” Mom gave her long hair a toss that made me roll my eyes. “We’re here for an appointment with…”

“Stone Cold.” The guard smirked and looked mom up and down, “I can tell.” He looked at me. “I don’t blame you kid, I wouldn’t be too happy if my mother was coming here either.”

“Hey,” I started to step in front of mom, “My mother’s not here for that, she…”

“Of course not.” He laughed, “I’m sure your mom is here to…”

“I’m Malcolm Stone’s Sister in law.” Mom said coolly, “And I’m sure he would love to hear about how funny you think me and his only nephew coming to visit him is.”

“You’re… oh, my apologizes ma’am.” He bowed his head, “I was just…”

“Demeaning a woman, sure you do it all the time here.”

Mom stepped past him, “Let’s go Ryan.”

I winked at the guard and followed mom into the building. We took the elevators to the fourth floor which all belonged to Stone Cold Productions. If for any reason we were unsure if this was the place, all we had to do was look around. The walls were lined with posters of the movies Uncle’s company had produced.

None of the actors or actresses was outright nude, but pretty damn close. I read the titles as we passed them and wondered what mom would think if she knew I’d seen parts of many of them online.

A woman came around the corner and my eyes widened as she smiled as she passed us. I stopped moving and returning the smile with a goofy one of my own, watched her walk down the hall.

“Ryan.” Mom called.

“Oh, um…”

“Let me guess.” Mom rolled her eyes, “You know who she is?”

“I… that’s Nikki Sinn.” I said, and then blushed when mom raised her eyebrows. “I… might have heard of her.”

“Really?” Mom looked down the hall, “Hmm I’ve seen a couple with her in it. Liked her better as a brunette.”

“Mom!”

She shrugged. “What? It’s okay for you and not for me? Your father might have been a little vanilla, but I enjoy some spicy movies here and there.”

“TMI.” I put my hands over my ears.

“Double standard.” Mom waved her hand at me, “Let’s go before you start asking for autographs”

We made our way through the hallways and sure enough I saw several other women and even a couple, of men I recognized from the movies coming in and out of rooms along the halls. I was surprised to see many dressed plainly, jeans and t-shirts and wondered if they did that because of how they had to dress for ‘work’.

We were following the signs for the main office and when Mom stopped at a window to wait for the receptionist to return to her desk a smoking hot blonde that looked about my age, wearing a dress that made mom’s look prudish said, “Hi, I’ve been waiting for you guys.”

“You have?” I askedUpstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Yeah, Jack said you were showing up any minute and to take you down to wardrobe.”

“For what?” I tried to keep my eyes on her face and not her huge tits that were almost falling out of her low cut dress.

“For the scene!” she sighed, “You guys are here for the mom’s bang teens video right?”

“Moms…”

“Right.” She nodded, her blonde pig tails bobbing. “I’m the step daughter and you’re my boyfriend and she’s my step mom” she pointed at my mother who looked like she was trying not to laugh.

The girl looked mom up and down, then gave me a long look. “Wow, this is going to be one of those shoots that’s more fun than work! You guys new? Never seen you before.”

“I bet he’s seen you.” Mom replied.

“Maybe, I’ve done about twenty films, I’m Candy Came.”

“Oh… goddamn.” I whispered, “I…”

“Usually I have red hair, the director wanted blonde, but wanted me so They’re paying an extra couple of hundred to get me to dye my hair for a week.” She shrugged causing her tits to bounce. “I swear they just go by what they feel like seeing, but whatever, so anyway let’s go; we’re going to be…”

“Wrong people, hon.” Mom said, “We’re here to see Mr. Stone.”

“Oh, you are brand new!” she smiled, “He’ll love seeing the two of you, Mr. Stone loves older women with young guys, bet he’ll watch your audition in person!”

“No, she’s my…”

“Yes, hi, Vicky Rogers to see Malcolm Stone.”

I turned to see the receptionist, who to my surprise was an older woman dressed in a business suit, rather than the porn start type I figured my uncle would have as a secretary, back at her desk.

“I see your name here.” The woman nodded, “And who is this young gentlemen?”

“My son Ryan.”

“Wow, Stone is really getting kinky!” Candy exclaimed.

“He’s his nephew thank you.” Mom explained.

“Sure he is.” She laughed, “So Ryan, you coming into the family business?” she started to saunter over to me, “You know, you’ll need someone to show you the ropes, and…”

“Miss Came, please wait out in the lobby, the sound of your voice annoys me.” The woman behind the window said, “This is Mr. Stone’s family, not acting hopefuls.”

“Bitch.” Candy muttered, as she turned to leave.

Stopping next to me she winked, “Hey Ryan, I’m going to autograph a picture of me for you and leave it with Miss Poppins over here, make sure you get it okay?”

“Yeah, thanks!” I told her, ignoring the frown on mom’s face.

“It’s a head shot.” She grinned, “Or is it a shot of me giving head, I’ll let that be a surprise.”

With a smirk in mom’s direction she left the office.

“This is why I didn’t want you here.” Mom said as the secretary picked up the phone to call uncle.

“No, its not.” I answered, “You didn’t want me here because you’re willing to do what people think you’re here to do.”

“Don’t smart mouth me, Ryan.” Mom warned in a low whisper, “I…”

“Miss Rogers, Mr. Stone will see now.”

“Most of you in fact.” I winked at mom, and ignoring the flare of anger in her eyes walked past her to where the secretary was holding the door open that led into the back.