I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 55

  • Posted on October 27, 2016 at 5:16 pm

Talk About Your Extroverts!

By Cheryl Taggert 

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As I joined my little lover on her bed, a sexy, naked Ms. Hartley sat in the padded egg chair to watch me having sex with her daughter.

I kissed Erin, snaking my tongue into her waiting mouth. She was much further along to her orgasm than I was, having been masturbating by pressing her mound against the nose of her teddy bear when her mother and I entered just a moment ago. Judging from her exertions that I’d witnessed, she had been less than a minute from her climax. The fact her mother was now watching us had almost certainly pushed her closer.

She was moving her hips in an effort to make contact with my leg. I understood her need to come, but I wanted to prolong this a bit more before she came for what I assumed was the first time that day.

“Shhh,” I gently urged. “Slow down a bit and let me catch up, okay?” She looked at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her breathing was already quickened by desire as she smiled.

“Sorry,” she said.

“It’s okay. Let’s just take it slow. Believe me, the orgasm will be better because we slowed down some,” I told her.

She swallowed and I gave her a tender kiss on her naturally red lips. She hugged me and I could feel the sexual tension trembling within her. She was so on the edge I probably could have touched her clit and she would be coming.

As she disengaged from the hug, she glanced over at her mother.

“Pretend she’s not here,” I said. “Focus on giving me pleasure. That’s how we both will enjoy this the most.”

I had spoken to her before about receiving pleasure by giving it to a partner. “The best orgasms come from having made sure your lover gets the most enjoyment out of what you do to her,” I had said.

I lay back and allowed her to make love to me. This would allow me to catch up to her in the search for another orgasm as well as allow her own body to calm down a bit, causing what was a near boil to regress to a simmer.

She moved to my neck and kissed the soft area beneath my ear lobe, an area she knew to be one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. Then she moved down, kissing my neck until she arrived at my chest. She kissed the fleshy globe of my left breast, avoiding the nipple for now, moving around my tit and softly chewing and kissing it.

Finally, she kissed the nipple before sucking it into her talented mouth, but only for a few maddening seconds. Then she switched to my right breast. I heard a sigh from the chair but tried to ignore it.

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Good Lord! I can’t believe I’m watching this. I should be stopping it, but I can’t. They look so beautiful together. And Erin looks so… happy. Cheryl was right that the way I was raised is wrong. I hope she’s right about this. If she is the result of being raised to enjoy the natural tendency to enjoy these feelings, then maybe she is right. Oh, my, Erin is such a good lover. At the ripe-old-age of eleven she knows to listen to her lover’s responses. Look how she only sucked Cheryl’s nipple for a moment before moving to the other breast. Damn if she doesn’t already understand how much that improves lovemaking. I was telling Cheryl the truth, though. I’m not lesbian, but I don’t think I’ll be zapping those scenes in movies anymore. This is beautiful. Erotic. Stimulating. And it’s loving. I used to think sex with another girl was just a step above masturbating. Two girls just wanting to get off and using the other to do so. Now I see I was wrong. This is just as much about love as sex between a man and a woman. I still have no desire to have sex with a woman, but damn, this is hot to watch! I suppose I could touch myself. They probably won’t even notice. And who cares if they do? Cheryl was right. Masturbation is not a dirty word. Funny it took a teenager to make me see that. 

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Erin moved to my other tit and began giving the soft flesh a tongue bath, again avoiding the nipple. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and couldn’t help looking at Ms. Hartley. I smiled as I saw her hand moving gently at her slit, tenderly rubbing the sensitive flesh. I hoped she would continue masturbating until she had an orgasm.

Erin’s mouth at my nipple pulled me back from thinking about her mother. I had been aware of the aching need for her mouth to land on that small berry of flesh. I nearly gasped at the contact.

Erin then moved to my left boob again. This time she was quicker to move to my nipple after enjoying the rising swell of my tit, and she stayed there for nearly a minute. The little game of stimulation continued as she switched again and did the same to my right breast.

She began to move down my body. I felt her nipple graze my slit as she gradually kissed her way toward my navel, which she loved to tongue-fuck. When she finally got to that indentation on my tummy, she giggled slightly and began pushing the tip of her tongue into me there.

Hearing another gasp, I looked at Ms. Hartley. Her eyes were glued to Erin’s butt, which was now up in the air and pointed directly at her. I imagined what she was seeing. That small, cute butt swaying gently from side to side, with her twin labia, bare of hair for the most part, nestled between her upper thighs, the slit a vertical invitation.

I was wondering if Erin had positioned herself that way on purpose, aiming her butt directly at her mom, when she wagged her ass a bit, purposely drawing attention to it and proving that she had indeed positioned herself intentionally. Either that, or she had realized her butt was aimed where it was and she decided to wiggle her hips to emphasize her position.

Erin continued her tantalizing journey, and soon her head was positioned so that the next move would involve performing what was properly called cunnilingus. She looked up at me and grinned before sticking her soft tongue out and giving my pussy a quick swipe, which caused a shiver to run through me like an electric current.

Glancing again at Ms. Hartley, I saw her other hand was now involved. She was pinching one nipple and continuing to stare at the upraised butt that was pointing at her. Her eyes looked exactly the same as Erin’s had when I’d noticed the lust in them.

Ms. Hartley’s gaze shifted to my eyes and she blushed, pulling her hands slowly away from her flesh. I gave her a quick shake of the head, my brow frowning, indicating she should not stop.

Swallowing, she hesitated before returning to what she’d been doing. Now, we were looking directly at each other. I grinned and she gave me a shy smile. I returned my gaze to the cherub between my thighs.

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I can’t believe this is happening. That cute, little butt is so beautiful. And those soft lips beneath look so sexy. I can’t believe those are the same butt cheeks I held when she was small and I would carry her wherever we were going, her legs wrapped around my ribs or stomach as my hand cupped that little handful of flesh. It’s… oh, my God, Cheryl’s looking at me, at what I’m doing. Does she think I’m doing more than remembering Erin as a small child? Does she think my stares are more about lust than love? ‘Stop that!’ My mother’s voice from years ago is again commanding me. Yes, I need to stop touching myself like this. It’s… but Cheryl is shaking her head ‘no’ and frowning. God this is so hard! I need to continue, though. I need to break that habit of listening to my mother, who was so wrong to make me feel guilty that I was normal. Good, Cheryl’s not looking at me anymore, but I’m glad she did. I shouldn’t deny myself this pleasure that hurts nobody. 

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Erin was now licking my slit, lapping up my honey. Each time that delightful muscle slid across my clit, I felt a tiny jolt of pleasure.

It was time to start pleasuring Erin. One the one hand I was sad I would be taking the lovely view from Ms. Hartley, but I really needed to get my lips on those same labia and butt that had the woman mesmerized.

I tapped Erin on the head and signaled for her to move her body across mine so I could lick that delightful pussy. It was telling that I clearly saw there was a moment of hesitation as she realized her mother would no longer be able to stare at her most private flesh, but that lasted only a second.

She shifted around, placing one knee on each side of my head and lowering her pubes to my watering mouth. I started by licking that place where the labia join the thigh, concentrating the pressure on the outer lips, knowing that the clit would still receive the pleasure of the pressure, but indirectly.

As I did this, Erin’s mouth went into a sort of hyper-drive, assaulting my clit by concentrating her lips and tongue on that tiny button of bliss. I felt the jolts of pleasure begin pulsing in my pussy when she did this.

I was approaching my orgasm, and I knew it was time to put direct pressure on Erin’s clit. I wanted us to come together, or as near to simultaneously as I could get. I was not sure how close Erin was now, but I did everything I could to bring her to climax because my own peak was approaching very quickly.

I needn’t have worried, though. I had only been tonguing and licking her clit for about ten seconds when she began to come. Her moans of intense pleasure filled her bedroom and the resulting vibrations of her lips brought me up to and over the edge.

Our bodies heaved and jerked and trembled as we came. Somewhere I could hear another sound of moaning, and for a second I wondered who it was before remembering that we were not alone. Ms. Hartley had come as well, and that made me extremely happy.

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Oh my. They’re going to sixty-nine. Now I can see what Erin is doing to Cheryl. Oh. She has two hands spreading Cheryl’s cunt and is flicking the girl’s clit with her tongue. She’s looking at me now. Just keep going. I guess it’s time she saw me enjoying myself sexually. She’s making sure I see her tongue on Cheryl’s pussy. Now she’s moved her head so I can’t see anymore. That’s okay. I know what is happening there. Erin is starting to come! Oh, my, so is Cheryl. They’re coming! Get there, get there, get there… YES! Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck! Aaaaahh!! Yes.

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Sitting up a bit, I pulled on Erin’s arm to bring her to me so we could kiss. When I did that, I saw Ms. Hartley sitting with her head back, perspiration glistening on her cheeks and forehead. Her hands were now relaxed near the areas she had just moments before been massaging and squeezing to induce the pleasures that had led to her orgasm.

Then I realized that the massaging and squeezing weren’t the only things to lead her to an orgasm, a pretty good one it seemed. Her daughter and I had been a major part of that pleasure, just as she was a major part of ours.

Erin was now lying beside me, thanking me with small lovers’ kisses, just as I was thanking her. She looked over at her mother, whose naked body was now sprawled in the egg chair, post-orgasmic bliss painting her features.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Erin said, and I was mildly surprised that she was crying softly. “I love you.”

Her mother looked at her and smiled. “I love you, too, sweetie. Are you happy?”

“Very,” Erin answered. Then the girl asked the question I knew she needed to have answered once and for all. “Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you want to join us?”

Ms. Hartley hesitated. I knew the hesitation wasn’t about deciding what the answer was so much as it involved choosing how to answer.

“Only in the way I did. I enjoyed watching you, and yes it turned me on to see that, but the only thing I wanted to do was….” She paused before continuing, and I realized she was forcing herself to say the dreaded word. “The only thing I wanted to do was masturbate.”

I felt Erin’s chest rise and fall in a deep sigh. I felt bad for her. She had obviously hoped this would lead to her finally having sex with her mom, but it was not to be. Her crying grew from gentle weeping to full-on crying at this news.

Ms. Hartley managed to stand and come over to the bed and sit beside us. Bless her, she didn’t chastise Erin for her obvious desire to make love with her own mother. Instead, she tried to soothe her.

“Baby, I’m sorry I don’t want to make love with you. I really loved watching the two of you. More than I thought I would in fact. And I’d like to do it again some day. But while I enjoy watching the two of you and enjoying seeing you grow up in this way, I don’t want to actually have sex with another girl or woman. It’s sexy and erotic, but I don’t want to participate more than what I did.”

“But I love you and want to make love to you,” she protested.

“Honey, there will be a lot of people you love that you won’t want to make love to.”

“But I want to make love to you.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you need to understand that if we did, I would be doing something I don’t want to do. If you want me to watch you or you want to watch me, that will be fine. We can watch TV and masturbate together now if you like. But I can’t make love with you.”

“But Cheryl makes love with her mom, and they like it!” Erin said, and I thought, uh-oh, the bad cat is out of the bag.

Ms. Hartley looked at me, blinking as seconds stretched into what felt like hours. “You do?” she asked, disbelief apparent in her voice.

I swallowed. “I wasn’t planning on telling you that, but somebody let the cat out of the bag,” I said, glaring at Erin.

“I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out.”

Ms. Hartley sat there, staring down at the bed. She was looking in the direction of Erin’s and my pussies, but I didn’t think she was actually seeing them. She was deep in thought.

Looking into my eyes, she said, “Do you both enjoy that?”

“My mom and me?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Yes. I know my mom loves it and so do I. We’ve been doing it together for years.”

“How many years?”

That I didn’t want her to know. If I’d told her I was only six, she might freak. “Enough,” was all I said.

“Then your mom’s a pedophile,” she said.

“Well, not a predatory one. I am too, in fact. But there’s a difference between a predatory pedophile and a person who enjoys sex with people who are considered under age who want the sex as much as the adult. I was just like Erin is right now. The difference is that my mom was wanting it, too.”

“So what you’re saying is that your mother has never had sex with a child who didn’t want it as much as she did?”

“Yes.” I said it emphatically, wanting to make sure she understood that if the child didn’t want the sex, she would never even make a move on that person.

“That just seems so strange to me. I never considered that a child might want to have sex with an adult.”

“It happens all the time, believe me. I’ve had sex with one of my former teachers, not to mention the mothers of girls I’ve had sex with.”

“Really?” I could see she was trying to wrap her mind around this revelation. “I thought a teacher would lose her job if she had sex with a student.”

“She would, but I’m not going to tell. I wanted it as much as she did. It was not a seduction on her part. In fact, if anyone seduced someone, I seduced her. So if anyone caught us, I was the guilty party, not her. Then if that was so, why would I tell?”

“Who was the teacher?”

“You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I’m just curious. I don’t want to see someone lose her job or even go to jail. I mean, I could lose mine just from what happened today. I would certainly lose custody of my daughter if someone found out and told the authorities.”

“Okay. You remember Danni, my aunt’s lover?”

“She was your teacher?”

“Yes. My seventh grade English teacher. That’s how she met my aunt.”

“Is this really as common as you say?”

“I don’t know about others, but I can say if I’m any indication, it’s rampant.”

“God. How is it I’m learning about life from a fifteen-year-old? I should be the one teaching you about the facts of life, not the other way around.”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve accepted those facts of life instead of wanting to pretend they never happened, or were rare at least.”

“And you’re sure you are fine with what happened between yourself and all the adults you’ve had sex with?”

“Totally. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Does this mean you’ll make love with me?” Erin piped in, joining our conversation.

Her mother looked at her with love, but no longing. “No, baby. It just means I’m more willing to accept others for who they are, that’s all. And the good part is that includes you. I’m sorry, sweetie. Masturbating together is as far as it will ever go. But you can continue to have sex with Cheryl and her sister if that’s what you want.” Ms. Hartley looked at me and smiled, blushing. “You can even have sex with Cheryl’s mom and her teacher if you want, as long as it’s your decision.”

Erin heaved another big sigh, but this one sounded more like relief. “Oh, good! That way you can’t be mad at me for what happened at the sleepover.”

Ms. Hartley looked at me with shock on her face. It wasn’t angry shock, just tremendous surprise. “What?” she said, incredulity coloring her face.

I just laughed and, pressing my lips together in a line, shrugged my shoulders. “Hey, Erin wanted it. A lot.”

This time Ms. Hartley sighed in resignation. “What am I going to do with you?” she asked, looking at Erin.

“Watch Cheryl’s mom and me together?” Erin asked, shrugging with her eyebrows raised questioningly.

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The next morning when I arrived, Erin was already naked, and Ms. Hartley was completing her last-minute preparations for going to work. She had missed the entire morning yesterday and said she had some catching up to do. Although I knew Erin’s mother was now fully aware of what we did when she wasn’t home, it was still odd to come in and find the girl sitting at the dining table naked and eating Cheerios.

As I walked into the dining room, Erin said, “What’re you waiting for? Get naked!” She was as happy as I’d seen her in a while.

I looked over at Ms. Hartley and she said, “Go ahead. There’s no longer any reason to wait until I’m gone.”

She had a point. Doing my best to adjust to the new situation, I removed my sandals, pulled my t-shirt off, and shucked my shorts and panties. I hadn’t worn a bra.

By the time Ms. Hartley walked into the dining room to say good-bye, Erin was already sucking one of my nipples and had a finger inside my pussy.

She stood there for a moment, shaking her head. “You two… honestly. Erin, can’t you wait until I’ve at least walked out the door?” she said, easily guessing who had the idea to get started early.

Erin stopped what she was doing and grinned at her mom. “Does it make you wanna play hooky from work to watch us?”

Ms. Hartley looked from Erin to me and back to Erin. “As a matter of fact, yes, it does. So I am going to have to implement a new rule: No messing around with each other until I’m out the door. Okay?”

Erin giggled. “Ooooo-kaaaay.”

Ms. Hartley went to Erin and kissed her on the lips, but it was still just a motherly kiss. The odd part was she did the same to me. I stood there, dumbfounded, as she walked out the door, waving to us. “Toodles!” she said, and the door closed behind her. The kiss hadn’t been anything more than what I would expect from some old aunt or something, but she’d never kissed me at all before.

“Wow!” Erin said. “She kissed you on the lips! Do you think–”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” she said.

“Yes, I do. You were going to ask if I thought maybe she has decided she does want to have sex with me after all.”

“Okay, so you do know. But she’s never kissed you before, and she kissed you on the lips.”

“True, but it was still like a mother’s kiss. If someday she kisses me and holds it long enough to involve tongues, I’ll say she does want to mess around. Until then, she’s just letting me know how much she likes me as a person. Not as a lover.”

I looked at the closed door where she’d said ‘toodles’ and smiled. It felt nice to know she liked me that much. Very nice, in fact.

I turned to Erin. “So, where were we?” I asked, and walked over to kiss her grinning face.

Continue on to Chapter 56

6 Comments on I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 55

  1. Drod says:

    Very sexy. But Cheryl, Erin’s mom needs to relax and give in and make sweet love to her girl. ;-)

  2. robt66 says:

    That was hot!! If I spied that particular situation happening, I would have cum in my pants without touching myself. (Sorry if too much info). ;)

  3. Evan says:

    Had me edging all the way! Love this side of the story :)
    Love how ma Hartley is relaxing at least enough to be understanding and masturbating along. I bet that was a beautiful scene to write and rewrite until it was perfect. Wish I had someone closer to share this with.

  4. Jennifer says:

    Cheryl, as always, your story leaves me waiting desperately for more, i love it! <3

  5. sue says:

    this chapter had us cumming and cumming and cumming. all our favorite things, a mom masturbating and watching her daughter with a teen girl and the girls loving mommy watching them.All the secrets coming out, at least mostly. and the tears of a girl whose mom doesn’t want sex with her,that was me once.
    So so hot. I would have to have a rule like that too, wait till I am out the door or I swear I would never leave the house for work while I could watch girl sex instead.

  6. Cheryl says:

    Thank you, sue! I’m so glad you are all enjoying this so much! Happy coming!! :)

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