I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 3

  • Posted on May 3, 2015 at 9:47 am

A Friend My Own Age

By Cheryl Taggert

By the time I was nine, I was quite a seductress. I had had sex with over a dozen women and several men, though that was only blowjobs and jerking them off. Mommy still threatened to castrate any man who took my virginity, and she meant it. I remember dearly loving my pussy back then—still do—and I considered it a treasure, a treasure that continues to yield its gold every time I go in search of it.

My life back then consisted of going to Mommy’s work, watching the people fuck, suck, and everything else done in a porn movie. Mommy had met a new friend named Sandy, or at least that’s the name she used, “Sandy Beach.” When she turned eighteen, she headed for Hollywood and fame. She wasn’t interested in becoming a traditional movie star. She wanted to be a porn star. I was in the offices of the company Mommy worked for the day she came in. She was eighteen but looked fourteen. I remember that the guys who ran the company wouldn’t let her be in any scenes until they not only had her driver’s license, but also had her birth certificate and a sworn statement from someone in her hometown that verified she was eighteen. Once they had that, they had her in just about every movie, along with my mom and a few other women who were always working for them. I remember thinking they were all so beautiful.

The first day Sandy met me, she asked me how old I was. When I told her, she got this gleam in her eye.

“Whatcha doin’ hangin’ around a place like this?” she asked me, her Southern drawl sounding like exotic music to me. We were sitting on this loveseat in the front office. I’d seen her before, but she’d never noticed me, I guess. It would be the first day of shooting for her.

“My mommy is one of the stars here.”

“She is? Who is she?”

I pointed her out, and Sandy looked at me with even more interest. “SHE’S your mom?” She made my mommy sound like a big-time movie star. I smiled.

“Yes.”

“And she lets you hang around here?”

“Uh-huh. I like it here.”

“Is there some room they put you in, or something?”

“Nope, I just wander wherever I want to.”

“Do you see what goes on here?” She looked surprised, but very interested.

“Sure. It’s only fucking.”

Sandy looked around as if we might be heard to see if anyone was paying any attention. “So what do you think of it? Do you ever see your mommy getting fucked?”

“Yes, all the time. Sometimes she won’t get to cum enough and she’ll get me to finish her off a few more times.”

Such adult talk from a nine-year-old was apparently not something Sandy was used to hearing, but I could tell she liked hearing it. “Do you like that?” Her voice sounded dry, as if she had lost all the moisture in there.

“I LOVE it!” I said. “Everyone here likes to help me get off too. It’s fun!”

“Does your mommy get you off, too?”

“Of course. She’s the one who got me off the first time ever. I was six!” I recall being very proud of that fact. Mommy had told me very few girls had the pleasure of having their first orgasm at age six, and having their first orgasm with their mommies was even rarer. She was looking at me and I recognized the look of lust in her eyes. She was getting very turned on by all this.

“You wanna come into my special room? We can play there,” I offered.

She looked around again to see if we were being noticed. Most of the people there were ignoring us, with the exception of Tera, the girl I mentioned before who had a husband and they both worked behind the camera as assistants. They are the ones who liked to watch me. Tera smiled a knowing smile and nodded, while she went about her work.

“Where’s that?” asked Sandy. I took her hand and pulled her down the short hallway into the room where I liked to have my sexual adventures.

Sandy seemed hesitant at first, but I assured her we could be done soon. “It’s okay, I can cum real quick. What about you?”

I stripped out of my clothes. (I’d just gotten there a few minutes before Sandy had arrived and hadn’t undressed yet, which as I said was my usual state while there.) “Well, hurry up. They may want you in there soon,” I said, aware of how angry the directors became when someone was slow getting on set.

Sandy undressed and I looked her over. She was busy doing the same with me. “You ever have sex with a girl my age?” I asked.

Sandy nodded. “My little niece. She’s twelve now, but I’ve been playing around with her since she was nine.”

“Good. Then you’ll know what to do.”

She leaned into me and we kissed. She moved her mouth down my body, kissing me anywhere she had a mind to, and I was certainly willing to let her kiss me anywhere. She looked SO close to my own age, even though I knew she was eighteen. I did the math. She would have been fifteen when she started having sex with her niece. I began to think about meeting her one day. That could be a LOT of fun.

We ended up in a sixty-nine and she came before I did. Both orgasms were mind-numbing wonders that left us both gasping for air as we kissed the juices off each other’s face. This would not be the last time Sandy and I got together, I thought to myself. She’s great!

When she looked around, finally aware of her surroundings, she noticed Tera standing in the open doorway. Tera’s fingers were massaging her mound, her wet slit oozing juices onto her fingers, coating them as they slid through her lubricated pussy. At that moment, Tera came. Sandy looked a bit uncomfortable until Tera regained her composure a bit and said, “It’s cool. Everyone enjoys Cheryl in one way or another.” Then she returned to work.

Another assistant stuck his head into the room, “Five minutes, Miss Beach,” he said, as if nothing strange had met his gaze upon looking into the room where the paged Miss Beach was in bed with a nine-year-old girl.

Sandy got up, and kissing me, she left the room.

The thoughts of Sandy’s niece came back to my mind. It occurred to me that I had no girls my own age to play with, and by play, I wasn’t talking about Barbies. I loved to touch my own hairless pussy (still do— laser hair removal is wonderful!), so why not find another girl my own age to have some fun with? I was the only child on the set (of course), and I found myself hungering for a girl my own age. What fun things I could teach her!

Two days later, Monday dawned with promises I had been considering all weekend since having sex with Sandy for the first of what would be three encounters that weekend. That meant school, and while I had never loved school since I considered it to be an interference with my desires, I was anxious today. My excitement about school was evident to my mother, who jokingly asked me if I had become sick.

“No, I just decided I want a friend my own age to play with,” I told her.

She looked just a bit suspicious. “What do you mean ‘play with,’” she asked in a tone that said she already knew but had to verify we were talking about the same thing.

“You know,” I said, moving my hand to my pussy and giving it a quick rub.

“Okay, I knew this day would come,” she said. “But we have to talk first.”

So talk we did. She told me I must be very careful who I picked to have the fun with. She had always reminded me about our talk when I was six when she’d told me I must never tell a friend about sex. Now that I was nine, she understood my need for someone my own age and felt another girl my age now could be more trusted to be discreet, which was a word she had to define for me, but one I picked up the meaning of immediately after she told me. Discreet meant keeping your yap shut about private things. She told me I had to find someone who could be discreet.

“Don’t worry, Mommy, I will,” I said.

She finished by telling me that she would have to approve anyone my age that I wanted to seduce. “I need to make my own judgments about whether or not to trust her.”

I already had someone in mind, though I hadn’t told Mommy about it. Deanna. She was a very pretty and sexy brunette in my class. She sat in the next row, but we’d barely talked. In fact I was kind of afraid to talk to her. Whenever I tried, I would get nervous and feel my heart start to pound so much that it made my palms sweat. Now, I recognize it as a major crush, but back then I knew nothing of those things. That’s odd, I know, but I had pretty well had sex with anyone I wanted up until then, and except for my seduction of Tina, everyone was very open about having sex with me. It wasn’t any kind of a relationship such as love that the men and women I had sex with felt for each other. So this was a new experience.

When I got to school, I made it a point to find Deanna on the playground. She was painfully beautiful. Her dark hair shone like a mirror in the sunlight and looked soft enough to make into a pillow. She was slender and graceful. She loved soccer and was good at it. Her athletic body seemed to beg to be seduced. I strolled up to her where she was talking to a girl named Cloe. I didn’t know Cloe very well. She was in Miss Taylor’s class.

“Hi, Deanna,” I said, trying to be nonchalant.

“Hi, Cheryl,” she said. Was that a smile I saw? A smile for ME? She looked genuinely happy to see me and have me speak to her. My heart soared, taking my spirits with it. I became more confident.

“You know that science project in class, the one where we have to find a partner?”

“Yes,” she said. Her face said she knew where this was headed and didn’t seem happy about it. I was crestfallen before I asked.

“Would you want to be my partner?” I asked, hesitance sounding in my voice like a death knell.

“Linda’s my partner,” she said. The good news was that she sounded sorry she had to say that to me. “If only you’d asked me Friday.”

Talk about good news, bad news. The good news was that she obviously would have preferred me to Linda. The bad news was that she was now with Linda as her partner, no matter what she wanted.

“Oh,” I said. I felt as if I wanted to cry, but no way did I want her to see me do that, so I just said, “Maybe next time” and turned away to walk back across the playground.

About ten paces later, I heard her. “Hey, Cheryl, wait up!” She came prancing up beside me. I was temporarily comforted by the fact that she wanted to walk with me back to the school building and class. I had won the battle against the tears, but I was still unhappy.

“I’m real sorry I can’t be your partner,” she said. “Honest. My mom would kill me if I told Linda I’d changed my mind and wanted to be your partner.”

I looked at her. Was it possible she’d been thinking about me and wanting to be my friend? She seemed as sad about this turn of events as I was. I figured it was time for a little bit of honesty, at least.

“Would you still like to be friends?” I asked, hoping and wishing for the right answer.

“Sure,” she said, and smiled brightly. That smile pierced all the way into my heart and lay there, willing me to keep talking.

“Maybe we could have a sleepover sometime?”

“I’d like that,” she said. “Whatcha doing this weekend?”

“Nothing much,” I said, not wanting to tell her that my Saturday, at least, would be filled with being at my mom’s set, watching her fuck and probably having sex with a few adults myself. My week, I suspected, would be spent having sex with Mommy or masturbating and dreaming of Deanna.

“Want me to ask my mom if we can have a sleepover Friday night? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

I looked into those gorgeous eyes and grew a smile that matched hers, “I’d like that,” I said. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Okay, I’ll ask,” she said. Then with an adventurous look in her eyes, she said, “Wanna race to the doors?”

“Okay,” I said and laughed, breaking into a run. Because of my fast start, I took the early lead, but she made up that distance quickly and passed me long before we got to the school’s doors. We fell against them, laughing and catching our breath. We walked to our classroom and seated ourselves, smiling at each other across the space that separated our rows. The rest of the day was a blur filled with her shining hair and brilliant smile.

On my way home that afternoon, it hit me.

I was in love for the first time.

We had exchanged phone numbers and she called soon after I arrived home.

“My mom says you can spend the night!” she said. Her excitement touched me, making my heart beat faster and my palms sweat.

“Great!” I said.

“What’s great?” asked Mommy. I covered the phone.

“Deanna’s mom said I can sleep over this Friday!”

Mommy didn’t have to ask who Deanna was. It was as plain to her as if I’d been wearing a sign: I’m madly in love with Deanna and I want to seduce her into wild sex where we end up in a wonderful 69 and make each other cum until we can’t count the orgasms anymore!

“Do you know where she lives?”

It suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t.

“Where do you live?” I burst into the phone.

“I live at 1436 Elm,” she said. I told Mommy.

“Ask her if you and I can come over so I can meet her mom?” Mommy said, but I knew she wanted to meet Deanna more than she wanted to meet her mom. It was a stipulation I would have to accept, so I asked her.

“Just a sec,” said Deanna, and there was some muffled talk on her end.

“My mom says, sure!” Deanna said. I could hear the excitement in her voice. I wondered if it was the same excitement I felt.

“Her mom says okay,” I told Mommy.

“Tell her we’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”

I gave Deanna the news. We chatted for a few minutes while Mommy got her stuff together. Then Mommy and I left for Deanna’s. When we got into the car, Mommy reached over and put her fingers in my pussy, testing the dampness. I was soaked. Part of me wanted Mommy to continue, but I wanted to get over to Deanna’s.

“You have it bad, don’t you?” Mommy asked.

“Got what bad?”

“You’re in love,” she said.

“It shows?” I asked, nervous that Deanna might be able to tell.

“Only to a grownup.”

I thought for a second. Then I got nervous. “Will Deanna’s mom be able to tell?”

“Maybe, but maybe not. She isn’t aware of your sexual maturity yet, so maybe she’ll just think it’s two girls who are good friends. Do you think Deanna has a crush on you too?”

I didn’t know. Did she? She certainly seemed excited we would be spending the night, and she seemed very happy that I had approached her about the project, leading to a friendship that had blossomed into full bloom by the day’s end. But love me? I wasn’t sure. For all I knew she didn’t know anything about sex at all, and she may just see this as a fun friendship. I recognized that we were still only nine and that real, honest-to-God love wouldn’t happen for years, but I also knew girls fell in love before that, more as nature’s trial runs. The fact that I preferred girls was obvious to me. But what about Deanna?

The melancholy that was beginning to descend on me dissipated when we arrived at Deanna’s house. Deanna opened the door and saw me and giggled and hugged me before turning her attention to Mommy. It was a typical reaction. Mommy was, and still is, very pretty. She wasn’t one of Hollywood’s biggest porn stars for nothing. She had a figure meant for magazine foldouts. She was, to put it bluntly, gorgeous and very sexy. Deanna saw Mommy and just froze there. Her mouth gaped. It was as if she’d seen a ghost. Deanna’s mother breezed into the room. Then she froze. It was the first time I noticed it from a woman, but I was suddenly aware that at least Deanna’s mother had seen one of Mommy’s movies. Maybe even Deanna had too, though I couldn’t tell. It may have really been only the sight of my mommy, without any recognition. But Deanna’s mom was different. The look of recognition was obvious. As I said, I usually noticed it on men when we were shopping or something. But this was Deanna’s mom, and suddenly her breath was coming a bit faster and shallower than it had been.

“Hello,” Mommy said, extending her hand to Deanna’s mom. “I’m Kayleigh, Cheryl’s mother.”

She took the offered hand, almost marveling at it.

“This is Cheryl,” said Deanna, since I’d never met her mother before. Deanna was still looking at Mommy, though.

“Hi, Cheryl,” said Deanna’s mom. “…Kayleigh.”

Then she snapped out of it. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? I’m Jesse, short for Jessica. Won’t you two come in?”

“Sure,” said Mommy. “And hello, Deanna. Cheryl tells me you two are fast friends.”

“Yes,” said Deanna. “I’ve sorta been wanting to be friends with Cheryl for a while now, but for some reason never got up the nerve to speak to her before.”

“You two run along. Kayleigh and I have to get acquainted too,” said Deanna’s mom.

About an hour later as we were driving home, Mommy said to me, “She’s seen some of my movies.”

“Yeah, I know. Deanna’s mom looked like one of those men who recognize you when we’re out sometimes.”

“Well, she’s seen me too, but I was referring to Deanna.”

I looked at her. “Really?! No kidding?!”

“No kidding. It was the same recognition in her eyes. What I couldn’t figure out was if her mom could tell Deanna had seen me. When you two disappeared upstairs, I told Jesse I could tell that she knew who I was. I didn’t say she’d seen my movies, but she admitted it anyway, saying she and her husband had a few of them. I told her I was flattered, and she said the pleasure was all hers. She wanted me, Baby. Badly. I could almost smell her pussy from where I sat.”

Wow. Deanna’s mom wanted to have sex with my mommy? It was a weird feeling but exciting too. And what did Deanna want? She had said nothing to indicate she knew who my mom was or that she’d ever seen any of her movies, but I knew it was possible she’d snuck into her mom and dad’s video stash and taken a few peeks. It really didn’t matter. The fact was that Mommy had said she’d seen her in a movie, and I had no reason to doubt Mommy’s take on the matter.

Needless to say, Mommy said it would be fine if I seduced Deanna since she obviously knew how to be discreet, or at least as discreet as a nine-year-old could be.

I couldn’t wait for Friday night.

Arrangements had been made for her mom to pick Deanna and me up from school and swing by my house so I could get my things. I had the sneaking suspicion she wanted to see where we lived.

We arrived at Deanna’s and she and I immediately went up to her room. I noticed Deanna locked the bedroom door, though she didn’t see that I noticed.

She got right to the point.

“If I show you something, you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Sure,” I said, wondering what she was going to show me and hoping it had something to do with sex.

“First, swear you won’t tell.”

“I swear.”

“Well…do you know what your mom does for a living?”

“Yes.” It was a simple statement of fact. I figured she had a video to show me.

“How does that make you feel?”

“What’d'ya mean, how does it make me feel? It’s her business what she does. She gets paid real well.”

“I didn’t mean to say anything bad about her or anything. It’s just that, well, I’ve seen a movie she was in.”

“Is that why you acted so surprised when you saw her when we came over Monday?”

“Yeah, but it kinda freaked me out too. When my mom came in and everything, I had to act all normal, but it was sorta hard to do. Anyway, if she suspected I’d seen your mom’s movies before, she didn’t say anything, so I guess it’s okay.”

“Oh,” I said, at a loss for what to say next.

“Have you ever seen one of them?” she asked.

I figured the truth would move this along faster, so I told her I had.

“How did it make you feel to see it?” she asked.

I grinned a little, knowing what she meant. “What do you mean, ‘How did it make me feel?’”

Deanna grinned too. “You know…”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure what you mean. Do you mean did it make me mad? Or do you mean did it upset me? Or did you mean did I like it?” I was still smiling, hinting to her the answer but not yet willing to say it.

“Well…did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“So how did it make you…FEEL?” She emphasized the last word and I knew she wanted to know if it made me horny. I turned the tables back on her.

“How did it make YOU feel?” I giggled.

“Well…it made me all…kind of tingly…you know…down there.” She was grinning, giving me everything I needed in order to know I could confess to her since she’d confessed to me.

I giggled some more. “Okay, yeah, it made me all tingly too.” I wasn’t ready to tell her I was one of my mommy’s lovers. That would have to wait.

“Did you…try anything?” she giggled some more, obviously embarrassed but still willing to discuss masturbation.

“Maybe. Did you?”

“Maybe.” More giggles.

“Maybe means ‘yes,’ doesn’t it?” I said, wanting to get on with it.

“Maybe,” she said, and I jumped on her and began to wrestle her. She let me win, because I knew if it were a real wrestling match of any sort she would win easily.

We giggled some more and I looked down at her. The thought of kissing her came to me, but I held off. She may be more ready for masturbating together than kissing, and I didn’t want to scare her away, especially when our possible lovemaking was so close.

“I have one of your mom’s videos,” she said, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she smiled.

“In here?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“It’s already in the player.”

I looked at the video player (DVD’s were not out yet back then) and then at her.

“You wanna watch some of it? Your mom is sexy.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“So, you want to…?”

“Okay,” I said, letting her up so she could get her remote.

She turned on the TV, and an image of my mom with Jill slowly appeared on the screen. Just what I’d hoped for. A lesbian scene. That meant it had turned her on. Good.

She hit the play button, and an almost silent video of my mom and Jill doing things to each other played before us.

“Does it really turn you on to watch your mom have sex with a woman?”

God…she didn’t know the half of it. “Yeah, am I weird?”

“No. I don’t think so.”

“If you found a video of your mom doing it with another woman, would it turn you on?”

She looked at me for a moment.

“I did.”

“Are you kidding?!”

“No. I found it with this one. My mom and dad and another couple. In one part my mom and the lady do some stuff and my dad and the other guy watch while they play with themselves.” This was more than I could have hoped for. Still, she hadn’t answered my question exactly. “So, did it turn you on to watch your mom and a woman together?”

Deanna looked at my mom and Jill on the screen. Mommy was on her tummy licking and sucking Jill’s pussy with her thumb up Jill’s pussy and a finger in her butt. Jill loved it when Mommy did that.

“Yeah. It made me hotter than fire.” That made my pussy clench and I felt the juices that were nearly leaking out of me.

Finally, I said we needed to go downstairs because her mom would get suspicious if we stayed up here too long. We reluctantly turned off the player and TV and went downstairs to dinner and some time with Deanna’s family. Then we went upstairs again to what we really wanted to do. Watch that video.

When we got to her room later that evening, Deanna said we should “get comfy” to watch it. She slipped her clothes off until she wore only her panties. She had no boobs to speak of, of course, and neither did I. I stripped down as well, leaving my panties on. I figured it was only a matter of time before they ended up on the floor.

As we watched, I would sneak a peek over at Deanna. She had begun casually scratching at her slit through her panties. I began to do the same, all the while wanting desperately to do more. Soon, I noticed she had slipped her hand inside where her hand cupped and rubbed the flesh there. I decided to do her one better and move this along some more. I pulled my panties down to just below my knees and hiked my knees up a bit and spread my bent legs out some. I could feel the electric charge of her leg against mine. I sensed she felt it too and liked it. I noticed she had begun to watch me as well.

Soon her own panties were on the floor, sort of outdoing my boldness. Shortly after that we were both naked and ignoring any idea that we hadn’t planned this all along. My fingers were flying over my pussy. I could feel my orgasm rising in me while sensing Deanna’s wasn’t far behind, if it was behind at all. About the time I felt my own crest over the precipice that cascaded my body into a massive orgasm, I heard and felt Deanna doing the same thing. I watched as she played with her pussy, coaxing out the last spasms of orgasmic beauty.

When we were finished, I looked at her and said, “Well, that’s a nice start. How many have YOU been able to have in one night?”

“I don’t know. I lost count one night at ten.” A girl meant for me…definitely.

“Well, that means we have at least ten more to go,” I said, and leaned over and my lips met hers. It was my first real “I’m in love” kiss, and it was great. Her lips glued to mine and her tongue began to explore my mouth as her arms came around my neck and cuddled me into her. I moved on top of her and began to grind my thigh into her pussy, while pressing my own wet pussy into her thigh. We kept that up for a few minutes until we both exploded. Then it was time to go in for the feast. I moved my body down hers, kissing her wherever I wanted, licking her undeveloped yet sensitive nipples, swirling my tongue into her navel, and finally…finally…reaching her pussy. She was red and wet, and she tasted like what I thought a very good wine must taste like. My hand wandered to my own slit, pressing my need into a craving.

She bucked into my mouth, meeting the thrusts of my tongue that darted into her inner labia and across her clit. Building a rhythm that was meant for taking us over the edge and into shattering orgasms. Soon she was having number three as I achieved the same number using my own hand.

Later that night, we lay exhausted in each other’s arms. We had kept count until we had each achieved eleven tremendous orgasms, spasms so pleasurable I am amazed we weren’t heard by everyone in the house. After the eleventh, we gave up, for by then we were both in a cycle of riding the wave. It was the most intense sex I’d ever had and, I was sure, it was the same for Deanna.

“I’ve loved you for a long time,” she said. “Ever since the first day of school when you sat in the row beside me. I’ve wanted to speak to you but I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be friends with me.”

“It’s the same for me. Finally, I figured I would just say, ‘Fuck it,’ and go for it.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said, kissed me, and began to nod off.

But before she did, she said, “I love sex. I’d give anything to be able to do it with your mom. Would that bother you?”

My mind reeled with the possibilities, as I had already begun to hatch a plan to get the two of them together.

Continue on to Chapter 4

2 Comments on I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 3

  1. Dr.Lovecastle says:

    Hot,hot,hot!

  2. Tim says:

    Daughters together, then hopefully moms joining in, or any possible combination of the four.
    Think I’m in heaven, or certainly in fantasyland.
    Another great chapter Cheryl thanks.

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