I was trying to go about my normal routine at the junior high, pretending that there was nothing unusual going on in my life. It was awfully difficult...to do that while my thoughts throughout the day were always on my mother. I guess that maybe three weeks had passed when there was another change in what had become our custom. On that night I had been sucking her tits and caressing her pussy when she achieved her first orgasm. After a few minutes mom started to stroke me as usual, her head on my. "So whatchou doin' later? Wanna get tagether and maybe hang out with me?"Of course, that was the question she was waiting for."Aw, sorry Shawn, but me and the girls were plannin' ta go out tonight for a girl's night out thing. You understand right?"She almost asked if he wanted to go along, thinking that he would instantly decline. After all, what guy would want to hang out with a bunch of cackling women? In the end, though, she didn't ask because she thought, 'Being Shawn, he might just accept. To my amazement, this convoluted scheme actually worked, and my first release was moderately successful. Although I made a small loss in terms of financial profit, I was established as a 'real' producer. I even received a few calls from other studios inviting me to introduce suitable 'talent' to them.My meager working capital was rapidly becoming depleted so I had to make my next video a commercial success, which meant finding true amateurs to work for me. I called up every talent agency that I. Len had seen the film, but in Paris, dubbed into French, so, as she said she was so busy reading the English subtitles, she didn't really take the film in. But she could recall that sequence. Len was thinking deeply, so I stayed quiet. Finally she started, almost as if she were talking to herself."It could be done. The choreography would be bloody difficult, and the wind machine would be a problem too. It would have to be powerful, but could not be noisy. How many yards of chiffon will I need,.