I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 4

  • Posted on May 3, 2015 at 9:59 am

I Make Plans with Deanna

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning I awoke to find a bleary-eyed Deanna looking at me with a foolish “I’m so in love” look on her face. I wondered if I looked the same. She was grinning and then she moved toward me and kissed me. It was a lover’s good morning kiss. Her tongue strolled into my mouth and we kissed like that for a while. This ended suddenly, though, when we heard Deanna’s mom outside the door. As she knocked, she opened the door. Quickly, Deanna and I pulled the covers up just in time to prevent her mom from seeing us naked, which was how we had slept. She looked at us strangely, and I got the feeling our sudden movements to cover ourselves had indeed been noticed, and the reason had been clear to her mom. For a moment, I thought she would pull the covers off us, but she didn’t. She seemed to be in thought for a second and told us to get up and come down for breakfast and that my mom would be coming over soon to pick me up.

Ms. Carter, Deanna’s mom, looked at us a little suspiciously once more before closing the door and we were alone once more. I finally breathed again, as did Deanna.

“Whew! That was close! She almost caught us naked in bed and kissing!” she whispered to me.

“Yeah. That would have been bad.”

“If she saw us like that, she might not let us be friends anymore. Or at least she might tell your mom. Then we’d both be in trouble.”

I had been hatching a plan since the night before to get Deanna her wish, which she’d told me last night. She wanted to have sex with my mom. Of course, she saw it as a fantasy that would never happen, but it had been clear from the moment she had seen my mom and recognized her from the videos she watched that she had a major sexual crush on her. And to be honest, I had been thinking of her mom too, especially since Deanna had told me she had a video of her mom and dad with another couple, and that her mom had had sex with another woman.

I figured it was now or never, so I plunged in to tell Deanna about my mom and how I was allowed to go with her to work—and watch the people fucking—and even have some fun myself. I felt after last night that I could trust her with anything, and that she would never tell anyone what I was about to say.

“Deanna?”

“Yeah?”

“If I tell you something, something really, REALLY private, would you promise never ever, EVER to tell anyone?”

Deanna’s eyes lit up with the knowledge she was about to share a very intimate secret with me. But I knew what I was about to say would never match whatever she might be thinking I might say. She nodded eagerly, eyes wide, her excited smile urging me on.

“I mean it!” I said. “This would get a LOT of people in a LOT of trouble, including me and my mom!”

“I swear I won’t tell! May bugs come up out of the ground and eat me alive if I do!” I knew Deanna had a phobia about bugs because we had been inseparable at school lately and had seen several she had avoided like the plague on the playground, so I went on with my plan.

“My mom wouldn’t be mad if she knew we had done that last night.”

Deanna’s eyes widened. “Really?! How do you know?”

“Because I go to her work with her sometimes and watch her…and sometimes I even have sex with some of the grownups there.”

Deanna gasped. “And she KNOWS?”

“Yes. Remember you PROMISED not to tell anyone. You SWORE in fact!”

“I won’t tell! Honest!” She was looking at me with a question in her eyes, and I could see her thoughts. She was wondering how she could get in on this fun, and of course that was exactly what I had planned. “Wow… that is like WAY cool!” she said.

“Well, there’s more.” I had decided that since she had confessed to getting turned on by her own mom, I could tell her about me and my mom as well, but of course the details were even sexier.

“OMG! What?!” She was on the edge of her seat to find out. I thought she might even start masturbating right there, she looked so turned on by what I was saying.

“Well…you remember how you said you were turned on watching your mom and I said I was turned on watching mine?” She nodded, eager to hear more. “Well…my mom and I actually have sex with each other—and other women.”

“Oh…my…God!” Deanna suddenly became very animated. “That is like the coolest thing in the world! I wish I were you!”

I smiled at that. To be the envy of a girl I was head-over-heels in love with was turning me on in ways I hadn’t been before. My stomach felt like it was doing jumping jacks, but it was a nice feeling.

“I have a question for you. If my mom says it’s okay, would you like to come out to the set with us today and have some…fun?”

“Are you shitting me? Of COURSE!” She grew serious for a moment. “What will we tell my mom, though? It’s not like I can say, ‘Hey, mom, is it okay if I go with Cheryl and her mom to watch people fucking and even have sex with some of them and Cheryl?’”

“We’ll just ask if you can come spend the day with me. And maybe even spend the night tonight! It’s not like she knows my mom has to work today.”

“That would be so great! And your mom won’t mind?”

I grinned at Deanna. “Not if you let her lick your pussy and you lick hers.” She grinned back at me.

Now to convince our parents. I had not brought this up with my mom yet. She knew we were going to have sex if I could possibly seduce Deanna, which of course had been a breeze. I still wasn’t sure who had seduced who. This, though, might take some coaxing on my part. I knew she would jump at the chance to have sex with Deanna if she knew how much Deanna wanted that—and would remain 100% quiet about it. But bringing Deanna, who wasn’t her daughter, to the set might be a bit different.

There was another knock at the door and Deanna and I, too busy with our plans, were still naked. There was a longer pause before the door opened. This time we were back under the covers again, but we weren’t caught making that quick, flailing motion to do so. Still, we were holding the covers up at our necks. It occurred to me her mom would have to be an idiot not to know we were naked under the covers. Why else would we cover up that securely? I blushed and Deanna’s mom caught my eye and we shared a look that said, “Yes, I know you two are naked and have probably been fooling around, but I won’t embarrass you both by confronting you about it.” She told us instead to get a move on and closed the door once again. When I sat up, I suddenly knew without a doubt that she knew we were naked together. The evidence was right out in the open: On Deanna’s dresser were my pjs—neatly folded and totally unused. And on the floor beside where I had slept were my clothes, with my panties on top, telling anyone who cared to look that I had definitely slept naked last night. Walking around the foot of the bed, I looked down. There were Deanna’s panties. Her mom knew. I pointed these items out to Deanna. She covered her face in horror and embarrassment, staring at the indisputable evidence.

“Why didn’t she say anything? She had to know!” she said.

“Maybe she didn’t want to embarrass us in front of each other like that.”

“Well, this probably kills any idea that we might get to spend the day and night together. She’ll probably ground me for a month.”

“You don’t know that,” I said.

“Yes. I do as a matter of fact. She’s gonna kill me!” Deanna began to cry and I held her tightly, kissing her and trying to dry the tears. “We have to get downstairs. We don’t want her coming in here again and catching us naked and holding each other like this!”

Deanna got control of herself and wiped the tears away. I could see she’d been crying, but since nine-year-old girls cry easily, I figured her mom might think it could have been anything.

We dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, where pancakes and orange juice waited for us. We sat down and started to eat, though it was more like just picking at our food. Neither of us were interested in breakfast. I figured it would be best to just talk about what her mom obviously knew.

“Ms. Carter?”

“Yes?” She was at the dishwasher loading some of the breakfast dishes. Apparently, we were the last ones down to eat, and everyone else—Deanna’s older sister and dad—had already eaten.

I looked around to make sure nobody else was able to hear us. “I have to apologize to you.”

Surprised, Deanna’s mother turned toward me, obviously wondering what I had to apologize for. “What about?”

“Well, you see, my mom is kinda open about some things and, well, I sleep naked at home and have pjs only for when I sleep over at someone else’s house. Last night, Deanna and I were getting ready for bed and I confessed to her that I usually didn’t wear anything to bed. She was curious and I—well—I sorta talked her into trying it.”

“I see,” her mom said, and I looked over at Deanna. She was positively wide-eyed. I was only hoping it would work. “I suspected as much, to be honest. You two were all giggly and taking too long to get up, not to mention suddenly covering yourself up to your necks with the covers and both of your clothes strewn on the floor and your pjs still neatly folded.”

“I figured you saw that and wanted to tell you so you wouldn’t be mad at Deanna. It wasn’t her fault. I promise I won’t do it again.”

She was looking at me, and I could see from her expression that her mind was spinning, probably trying to figure out if that was all there was to it. “It’s okay, hon. I understand how easy it is to want to lie in bed unencumbered by clothing. The truth is if Deanna wants to sleep in the nude, that’s her business, but she should have something handy to put on in case we have to evacuate the house suddenly, like if there was a fire or something.”

Deanna was silent. In fact she might have been speechless. I could tell she never would have thought her mom would be okay with her sleeping in the nude, especially with a friend in bed with her.

Deanna found her voice and asked, almost too quietly to be heard, “You mean you’re not mad?”

Her mom came over and hugged her. “No, Honey. You’re a growing girl, and because you’re growing up, you will want to try out new things. I don’t care what you try out—as long as it won’t hurt you. Like drugs or alcohol. I wouldn’t want you to experiment with that. But sleeping in the nude is a natural thing. It can’t hurt you, so I’m okay with it. Just don’t come prancing down to breakfast with nothing on. Your father might have a problem with that.” She smiled at Deanna.

Deanna got up and hugged her mom. Then she began to cry again. Her mom shushed her, kissing her forehead and stroking her gorgeous hair. Of course, my imagination began to move on with that image, thinking about the two of them together, naked in bed, moving into a lovely sixty-nine. I felt my pussy moisten as I sat there watching them and having the wonderful fantasy.

Deanna’s next question was muffled by her mother’s shoulder, but I heard it clearly. “It’s okay even if I sleep naked with a friend?”

Her mom lifted Deanna’s chin to look into her eyes and smiled. “Well, let’s hold off on it being a boyfriend for a while, okay?” They laughed, Deanna a bit uncomfortably. Her mom looked down at Deanna and her smile changed a bit. It became almost sad. “Like I said, Sweetie. You’ll be starting to experiment with a lot of things in life—” she glanced at me before saying the rest—”as long as you don’t get hurt.” And suddenly I knew, just as I had known she knew we were naked under the covers, I knew that she knew we had done more than just sleep naked. She knew everything, and I wondered why it didn’t seem to bother her. Like Deanna, I thought her mom would have a cow if she knew we had had sex together. But here she was, basically giving unspoken consent to her and me to go ahead and explore our sexual natures together.

I guess I’m a bit psychic like that. I can look at a person and just sort of know what they are thinking about a subject that is part of a discussion taking place. I’m not sure how I know, but I do. And that explains why I suddenly knew that Ms. Carter—Deanna’s mother—had experimented like this when she was young. Perhaps not as young as nine, or maybe so. Maybe even younger. But it easily explained how she had grown up to enjoy sex with women, which she obviously did. I had known from the first moment she had seen my mom that she wanted her—badly. And Deanna had confirmed her enjoyment of lesbian sex when she’d told me about the video she’d found of her mother having sex with a woman while her father and another man, presumably the woman’s husband, watched and masturbated.

The doorbell rang, and I heard Deanna’s thirteen-year-old sister, Elizabeth, whom I’d met at dinner last night, open the door and greet my mom. I could even hear the recognition in Elizabeth’s voice. She, too, had seen her parents’ video of my mom. What a sexy family this was turning out to be! I knew my mom would be aware of Elizabeth’s recognition of her as well.

“Well, are you ready?” Mom asked me when she was shown into the kitchen by a puppy-eyed young teenager.

“Hi, Mommy!” I got up and hugged her. When I did, I asked, “Can we go talk about something?”

Mom smiled and said, “Sure.” There was a question in her tone since she was curious about what I wanted to talk about in another room.

I got Mom in the living room and asked her if Deanna could spend the day with us, as well as spend the night.

“Honey, you know we are going straight to my work when we leave here,” Mom whispered to me, knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea for anyone to hear those plans.

I smiled my most mischievous smile. “Of course I know that.”

Mom looked at me and while I could tell she was definitely intrigued, she likely wasn’t going to let Deanna come to work with her—at least not yet.

“Please?” I begged.

“Not today. I’ll have to talk to Bob about that before she’s allowed. Honey, we can’t just invite people out there, especially minors. You’re my daughter and everyone is okay with that. Another young girl—well that’s different. Anyway, wouldn’t it be a bit of a shock to Deanna?”

I was disappointed, but not that surprised. I knew it was a long shot. “She knows I go to work with you. She’s VERY interested. In a LOT of things, including you.”

She began to look as if she might change her mind. I knew my mom had her director, Bob, wrapped around her little finger. She had fucked him numerous times, and I had sucked him off as well—not to mention having sex with his girlfriend who, until that moment, had thought it was terrible that I was always wandering around the sets naked and having sexual encounters with the adults there.

“Come on, please?! You know if I can get Deanna to suck Bob off, he’ll go for anything.”

She looked down at me. “You’re right about that.”

“So, please? I’ll do anything!”

“You’ll do anything anyway,” she said and laughed, knowing I had won. The three of us could handle Bob and any objections he might have. “Okay, but if Bob says no—”

“He won’t, and you know it!” I grinned, and my pussy became a bit wetter from thinking about the next twenty-four hours. Deanna—and I—were going to have the best day and night of sex we could imagine.

“Where will we say we’re going?”

“Easy. To the zoo.”

We went back into the kitchen and Mom asked Deanna’s mom, Jesse, if they could talk privately now. My mom knew better than to ask a mother in front of her child if she would let her child do something.

They moved into the living room to talk. They had been gone for several minutes when I decided to see if I could hear what was being said. Elizabeth had gone to take a shower and Deanna and I had been waiting to see if she could join us until tomorrow morning. I moved quietly over to the door of the kitchen. I couldn’t hear anything, so I sneaked up to the doorway that went from the hall into the living room.

What I saw didn’t exactly surprise me, but then again it did. They were supposed to be talking about whether or not Deanna could spend the day and night with me. What they were doing was kissing. I guess Deanna saw the look on my face even from the side and crept up to see. Her jaw dropped. My mom was kissing her mom and squeezing her butt. Her thigh had moved between Ms. Carter’s thighs and they were humping each other. I don’t think I’d ever seen my mom work that fast with anyone before, other than on the set of one of her movies.

Deanna and I looked at each other. What I saw there was shock, surprise—and lust. The sight of her mom and my mom making out and humping like a couple of teenagers had turned her on. My mom was facing our direction, and she opened her eyes and saw us there. She held the kiss a bit longer, getting in a few final humps against Ms. Carter’s gorgeous thigh, and broke the kiss. I heard my mom say, “You and I will have to get together soon.”

“I’d like that. Very much.”

Deanna and I moved back into the kitchen to wait, acting as if we hadn’t seen anything. They entered, looking as if nothing had happened beyond a short conversation.

“Deanna, would you like to spend the day and tonight with Cheryl?” her mom asked.

“Would I?!” said Deanna and she hugged her mom and then me.

“You have five minutes to go get a change of clothes and your pjs,” said my mom.

Deanna’s mom looked at Deanna, smiled, and said, “I don’t think she’ll need the pjs. She sleeps in the nude now.”

Mom smiled too, a little too knowingly, as if she and Ms. Carter were sharing a secret. “Well, isn’t that a coincidence? Neither does Cheryl.”

They chuckled, and I knew they’d been discussing Deanna and me. We went upstairs to get what Deanna would need.

Before we left, I decided to step into the bathroom as Elizabeth was finishing her shower. Deanna was choosing what she’d bring to put on tomorrow, I had to pee, and it was the bathroom Elizabeth and Deanna shared, so I had no other choice, not that I wanted one.

As I walked in, Elizabeth was in the shower. The handheld massager was in her hand, and she wasn’t rinsing the soap off. It was aimed directly at her pussy. She hadn’t noticed that I had come in. Either that or she and Deanna weren’t shy with each other about what they did when they were turned on.

As I sat and peed, I admired her budding curves, which were gorgeous and easily seen through the clear shower curtain. Her breasts were the size of oranges, with small cherry-colored nipples that were standing out prominently while she got herself off. She had a small amount of pubic hair starting to grow, forming a soft velvet patch just above her slit and along her outer lips. I noticed it was slightly darker than the dark blond hair on her head. Her pubic hair was sparse and barely covered her pubes. She started to come and I found myself mesmerized. Her orgasm didn’t last long, and she returned the shower massager to its rack and rinsed her face. Her hands massaged her breasts, tummy, and legs, finally settling on her pussy for a few gentle, final touches before she shut off the water. It was then that she noticed she wasn’t alone and let out a small scream.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing in here? Can’t you see I’m in the shower?”

“Yeah. Sorry. But you were doing more than just taking a shower.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, please. You just came with that shower massager. Don’t worry. I do that myself.”

She realized I had the goods on her, so to speak. She got out and wrapped a towel around her. “Don’t tell, okay?”

“Why would I tell? I actually enjoyed the show.” After wiping myself, I stood up from the toilet, gave my pussy another few “wipes” with my bare hand, and pulled up my panties and shorts as I flushed. “Seeing my mom got you worked up, didn’t it?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I could tell. You’ve seen her in the movie your parents have of her. Deanna has seen it too, and she likes it as much as you apparently do.” I smiled, walked up to her, and tweaked her right nipple. I was feeling so bold! Then I leaned down, took the nipple into my mouth, and sucked on it for a few seconds while my hand reached down to slip between her inner labia to find the sticky moisture there that coated my fingers. Elizabeth’s reaction suggested I could do it again if I got the chance, and I definitely planned to get the chance.

“Later,” I said, licking my fingers before leaving the bathroom.

Deanna was waiting for me outside the bathroom. “What were you doing in there? I heard her scream and then you were talking.”

“You really need to get to know your sister better. She could be a lot of fun!” Her jaw dropped again.

Moments later, we were in the car and my mom was driving us to the set where she would be filming an orgy that day. Deanna and I were planning our own little orgy in the backseat.

“She was masturbating?” she asked, after I had told her what happened in the bathroom.

“Yes. And it was my mom that turned her on.”

“Wow,” she said. Apparently, she and her sister weren’t sharing their private secrets after all. I hoped this would change now.

“You wouldn’t think I was weird if I did it with her?”

“Why would I think it was weird?” I said, nodding toward the front of the car where my mom was driving and listening to the radio, which was turned up to allow Deanna and me to talk.

“Oh, right. Do you think she’d do it with me?”

“Your sister or my mom?”

“Well, both I guess,” Deanna said, giggling.

“My mom, definitely.”

“And Elizabeth?”

I thought about it for a moment. The desire that was still there after her orgasm in the shower. The eager look in her eyes as I sucked on her nipple. The way she obviously enjoyed my touching her pussy and licking her juices off my hand. The way she’d watched me as I finished on the toilet and rubbed my pussy a few times for her benefit.

“Yes. Definitely.”

“I am SO glad we became friends!” she said, and I leaned in and kissed her as my hands moved to the elastic waistband of her shorts. I pushed my hand inside to find she wasn’t wearing panties. It was too much for me. I’d been horny since I woke up, and I had to do something about it. I tugged Deanna’s shorts down to her knees, exposing her pussy. Then I pulled my own shorts and panties down. Taking her hand, I moved it to my pussy and my own hand sought her mound as well. I loved the hairless smoothness of her pussy, just as much as I loved the feel of my own bare skin down there. This made me think of the feel of Elizabeth’s pussy with its sparse hair. That had felt nice too.

Deanna looked at the car’s rearview mirror, obviously a little shy about having sex with me while my mom was in the front seat, able to look back at us in the mirror if she wanted to. “It’s okay,” I assured her. “She’s gonna see us in a sixty-nine in about a half hour anyway—along with about a dozen or more other adults.” She smiled and nodded as we started playing with each other’s pussies in earnest. I noticed my mom adjusting the mirror so she could see what we were doing, or at least some of it. At the first light that stopped us, she turned around for a moment and watched us rubbing each other’s pussy and making out. I looked at her and said, “Anxious to join in?”

“Oh, Sweetie, you know it.”

“When we get to the set, everyone can watch us eat each other.”

“Sounds yummy.”

“And Elizabeth, Deanna’s sister, was masturbating in the shower thinking of you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Your mommy certainly is popular—and lucky,” Deanna said.

“So am I,” I said. Deanna giggled and we kissed. I heard my mom moan in the front seat just before the person in the car behind us honked the horn because the light had changed.

Yes, this would be one interesting day and night.

Continue on to Chapter 5

1 Comment on I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 4

  1. Tim says:

    OMG Cheryl, I’m loving the way the story is developing. The gentle tension of Deanna’s mom finding the two girls naked, the two moms making out, the introduction of the sister, and then the two girls making out in the back seat while mom watches. I can just imagine her uncontrollable urge to rub herself through her clothes while she watches them in the rear view mirror.

    As usual, I can’t wait for the next chapter.

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