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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 64

  • Posted on December 17, 2016 at 4:01 pm

The Movie

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

As we entered the lovely bedroom, Deanna and I dropped our book bags on the floor away from the bed, as instructed by Bob, and plopped down on the bed, where we toed our saddle oxfords off to let them fall to the floor with a series of thumps. We settled in for a long chat to set the proper mood. Bob had said he didn’t want the talk to start out too sexy, and with the mood Deanna and I were in, it was difficult not to get started with the sex.

Arranging ourselves so that we were sitting across from each other on the bed, heels tucked and knees spread to reveal our panties to the camera, I began the conversation.

“Are you going to Becky’s party this weekend? I hear it’s going to be a blast.”

Deanna stretched, pushing her boobs out as she did, and ending by placing one hand on her bare thigh to rub it lightly.

“Yeah,” she said. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I wonder what her parents would say if they knew she was having a party while they’re out of town?”

“They’d probably shit a gold brick,” I said, grabbing and opening the nail polish and starting to polish my toenails.

“As much money as they have, it would have to be gold!” Deanna said, laughing.

I joined her in the laughter, but quickly moved on.

“Change of subject! Did you hear the latest about Monique Harris?”

“Depends,” Deanna said. “I’m not sure what I heard was the latest.”

“Have you heard she got caught in bed with Tommy Morton AND Suzi Hirsch?”

“No!”

“Yeah, I heard it from Greg Murray, Tommy’s best friend. He said Monique’s father had a cow when he walked in on them. She’s been grounded for, like, two months. The weird part is they were mostly pissed about Suzi being there and Monique and her getting it on. I mean, Tommy’s the one who could get her pregnant.”

“Monique’s a skank,” Deanna said. “She’ll fuck anything that’s available, be it male, female, dildo, or dog.”

“Dog?” I asked, incredulous.

“Well, I’m not sure about that, but it wouldn’t surprise me.”

“Fuck! I didn’t even know she was bi,” I said.

“Hell, I’ve known Monique is bi for years,” Deanna said.

“You have?” I asked, curiosity in my voice.

“Yeah.”

“And how, exactly, would you come to know something so private as that?”

“Oh, I just knew,” Deanna said, obviously hiding a secret before changing the subject to nail polish.

“Is that cherry red?”

“Yeah, wanna use some?”

“Sure,” she said. “Cherry red’s my fave.”

“Okay, you can use it when I’m finished… BUT you have to tell me how you knew Monique was bi first.”

Deanna chuckled, playing her part to the hilt. She was a natural actress, and I wondered how good Marie would be in a movie like this.

“I don’t have to tell you anything,” she said, still laughing.

“You do if you want to use my cherry red,” I said, dabbing polish on my right pinkie toe.

“No fair,” she said. “It’s too personal.”

I looked at her, eyebrows raised. “Too personal to tell your BFF?”

Deanna blushed. She actually blushed. Like I said, she’s a natural born actress.

“Yeah, even too personal for that,” she said, burying her face in a pillow she’d grabbed from the bed and placed on her raised knees, keeping her panty-covered pussy on display for the camera. See what I mean? Natural.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What?” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“You did it with Monique, didn’t you?”

“No,” she said, but without any conviction, almost sounding like a question. “I don’t want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have said anything about Monique, okay?”

I reached out and touched her arm, stroking it. “Hey, it’s okay if you did. I don’t care. You’re still my best friend, okay?”

She looked up from the pillow. “You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah, sure. Hey, I’ve done things I don’t advertise to the world, too, you know.”

“Like what?” she asked.

I acted flustered, as if I hadn’t meant for the conversation to turn to that topic. “Well, like–Oh! I got all my earrings by swiping them at the mall!”

“I knew that. Remember? I’ve been with you three times to distract the salesgirl.”

“Oh,” I said, obviously trying not to tell her anything too ‘private’ about my character’s fictional life.

“Come on! You know a big secret about me that you never knew before! Now you have to tell me what you were OBVIOUSLY thinking about when you said that about doing stuff you didn’t want the world to know!”

I took this big sigh and said, “Okay, fine. But you have to swear you will never tell a soul.”

“If I tell, then you can tell about me and Monique.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess that’s right.”

“That’s why you have to tell me something naughty about yourself. So I’ll have something on you to keep you from telling about me.”

“Well, okay. I like to… well… I um….”

“Out with it!” Deanna shouted.

“Okay! I always masturbate before I go to sleep at night! Even when I stay the night with another girl or something, even with you!”

“Fuck, I knew that!”

 I acted shocked. “You did? How? How did you know?”

“Are you kidding? You think I could sleep with you over there touching yourself? Your arm all jiggly, and the sound of wet pussy. Oh, God! And your breathing getting all ragged and everything? It nearly drove me wild! I didn’t do or say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass you. I mean, do you know what it’s like to lie there listening to that and not being able to do something about it? My pussy was on fire but I couldn’t even touch it, or you might feel all bad about being caught!”

“Holy shit! You knew? And you just lay there listening to me come?”

“Yes, Princess Cheryl! You got to get off, but I had to lie there for another hour or so, trying to calm down. I couldn’t even do it after you fell asleep because if you woke up, you might get all embarrassed thinking I was doing it because I caught you. Which would be the truth, of course.”

“God, Deanna, I’m sorry. You should have, I don’t know, said something, or done something.”

I held out my arms to hug Deanna, and she moved to hug me back. We sat there on the bed, holding each other for a while. Finally, without moving away from her, I said, “Wait a second. Your pussy was on fire listening to me getting off?”

I felt her nod against my shoulder and neck.

“Did you want to… do things with me like you did with Monique?”

I felt her shrug. “So sue me. I’m not bi, Cheryl. I’m lesbian. I don’t like guys in that way.”

“You mean, you’ve thought about me in that way for a while?”

“Yeah.”

“And all that talk about which guys you liked was just…talk?” Another nod.

We ended the hug and leaned back from each other.

“Are you,” I paused to make it seem I was gathering the words together to speak out loud, “in love with me?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out by now,” she said. “You never noticed how I look at you sometimes?”

“I guess I did, but I just thought you were just — I don’t know — being a best friend or something.”

“Would a best friend do this?” she asked, and leaned in, kissing me lightly on the lips.

I kissed back. Then she kissed me again, and I kissed back harder.

“Are we going to…” I said, leaving the end hanging in the air between us.

She chuckled at that. “I hope so!” she said, grinning. “Are we?” she asked.

Of course, Deanna and I had worked all this out over the past week. We had known exactly where we wanted the scene to lead. I was struck how much truth there was to the expression that art imitates life because our conversation was modeling exactly what had happened to us several years ago, when I discovered she was in love with me. We had grown up a lot in the meantime, and while we certainly loved each other, it was now more like the love of a sister — well, an incestuous sister — than a future spouse. We each had accepted this and knew we would still be lovers for life. We just didn’t plan on marrying each other, knowing that person was still out there somewhere.

We continued the scene.

“When you say, ‘Are we?’ you do mean, are we going to make love, don’t you?” I asked.

She nodded, holding my gaze with eyes that were misty with desire.

“Yeah, I guess we are… if you want to,” I said.

“Want to?! It’s a dream come true!” she said, and then we were lying on the bed, making out like two horny teenagers, which was exactly what we were.

We continued to kiss for several minutes before she reached for my chest and started to undo the buttons of my school-girl uniform. I did the same to her. Soon we were in only our skirts and panties, our boobs exposed to each other.

We approached this scene as if it were our first time together. I could feel the energy between us. We’d met when were were nine, and now we were eighteen, so we had known each other for half our lives, and in some ways this was as romantic as the first time we had sex after we got together again when I found out she loved me.

She dipped her head to my left breast and began to toy with my nipple using her tongue, lips, and teeth.

And then… Bob stopped everything. “Cut!” he yelled, causing me to startle. I had actually forgotten for a second that there was a roomful of people watching because we were making a movie. I looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. Stop?! Now?!

We started to move, but Bob stopped us. “No, don’t move. Just listen.” We froze in place.

“Okay, girls, so far so good. As soon as you are both naked, I want the two of you to get into a sixty-nine. That’s how I want Kay to find you. At first, she’ll be pissed to the max, but then she’ll realize that seeing the two of you like this is a wonderful opportunity. And remember, Cheryl, no–”

“I know!” I said, not only on edge sexually but pissed he wouldn’t leave the incest warnings alone. “No sexual touching of my mom except to touch her butt. I get it, Bob!”

“Okay, okay. You don’t have to be so touchy,” he said, holding his hands out in a ‘calm down’ gesture.

“Well, you don’t have to keep repeating the warning every time you give me any directions. I’m not nine anymore.”

“So I noticed,” he said, leering openly at my boobs with a silly grin on his face.

I couldn’t help it. His comment made me laugh, and Deanna joined in as well.

They re-positioned us for the camera and Bob called for quiet and said, “Action!”

Deanna continued her assault on my boobs, and I felt my clit responding again. I reached out and started pinching Deanna’s nipples.

She reached down and began to unfasten and unzip my skirt. I lifted my hips, helping her to push it down far enough for me to kick it aside. She began kissing her way down my belly, each touch of her lips seeming to leave a small fire in its wake. Then she was removing my panties.

It occurred to me that this moment would mark the first time America saw my pussy. Anyone who was either old enough to buy or rent the video, or sneaky enough to get a copy of it if they weren’t old enough, would be able to see my bare pussy. I was bare of any hair, as I would be my entire life since I had had the hair removed permanently, and my wet lips were now on full display.

The thought of so many people masturbating to that moment sent shivers of lust through my body.

Then Deanna was toying with those lips, spreading them. I wondered if anyone watching a close-up of my cunt could tell that technically, I was a virgin. No boy or man had ever had his cock inside me, and they never would if I had anything to say about it. I’d had other things up there — fingers, small dildos, hairbrush handles, a capped magic marker, even a lipstick once. But no cock. I decided they probably couldn’t tell, but maybe I could do an interview sometime and tell the world that Cheryl Leanne Taylor was a lifelong virgin as far as men went.

Soon, Deanna was licking my juice-covered lips. I was in heaven. Her talented mouth made my cunt cream. I felt the juices gushing from my vagina. Deanna, pussy connoisseur that she was, swallowed it all as soon as it dripped from deep inside.

I wanted this to move along, so I said to Deanna, “Twirl around so I can get to you, too.”

She did, and I worked at getting my best friend naked for the cameras. Once she was nude, I plunged my face between her thighs and began licking, while my fingers touched her butthole, tickling it and pushing a finger just inside before pulling it out again. We’d both had enemas before makeup, and had made sure we were clean down there because we intended to do more than just touch each other there during either the first part of the scene or the second part with my mom here.

We licked each other’s pussy until we were just about to come when my mom shouted, “What the fuck is going on here?!”

Again, I had been enjoying the sex so much I had forgotten we were making a movie. Apparently, Deanna had too, since she jumped as if she’d been touched by a live wire.

We both scrambled up from our sixty-nine and struggled to cover ourselves with the blankets and sheets of the mussed bed.

The surprise, shock, and fear on our faces were real.

I got control of myself and continued with the film. “Mom? What are you doing home?”

“I had a doctor’s appointment for a checkup today and came home after it. Anyway, I’m not the one who has some explaining to do. What the hell are you two doing having sex with each other? Cheryl, are you a lesbian?”

“So what if I am? You always said we are what we are. If I’m a lesbian, then I’m a lesbian. That’s really none of your business.”

“Ms. Taylor,” Deanna began. Mom turned her shocked expression to her.

“What, Deanna?”

“I’m sorry. You see, we were just, you know, talking about stuff, and I accidentally let Cheryl know I’d done it with another girl we know. Well, one thing led to another, and, well, we decided to do it together. I’ve wanted to do this for over a year now because I am a lesbian, even if Cheryl’s just, you know, trying it out.”

Mom got a curious look on her face. “You know you’ve been a lesbian for over a year?”

Deanna nodded. “Yes.”

“And you’ve wanted to have sex with Cheryl for at least that long?” Mom asked.

“At least.”

Mom looked at me. “So this is the first time you’ve done anything sexual, Cheryl?”

“Well, not exactly,” I said.

“What does that mean?” Mom asked.

“I’ve, um, masturbated.”

Mom seemed to consider that. “That’s no problem. Everyone does. Do you mean you’ve never had a sexual partner before today, though?”

“Yes, Mom. I swear. Deanna’s the first.”

“No boys?” Mom said.

“No. No boys,” I answered.

Mom was getting flushed, indicating she was horny and enjoying this scene a lot.

She sat on the bed and looked at us.

“How long have you thought about girls?” she asked me.

I glanced at Deanna. “For a while now, maybe since middle school.”

Deanna looked at me, pretended surprise that looked very real showing on her face. “Really? You mean we could have been doing this since middle school?”

“Deanna!” my mom said. “This is hardly the time to be having recriminations about not starting a sexual relationship with my daughter earlier.”

“Sorry,” Deanna said.

“I’m just at a loss about what to do,” Mom said.

“Ms. Taylor?” Deanna said.

“What?”

“I have a confession. Cheryl isn’t the only person I’ve wanted to have sex with.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, you’re, like, really pretty and, um, really sexy, you know?”

“Me? You want to have sex with me?” Mom’s voice suggested both incredulity and flattery.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Taylor, but I just now realized that I should tell people if I want to make love with them. If I’d done that with Cheryl, we could have been enjoying each other for much longer.” My mom looked annoyed at the second mention of possibly getting together when we were in middle school. Deanna shrugged and said, “Sorry. But if I’m honest, I have to tell you that if I’d known she wanted to back then, we would have. It’s just that I don’t want to waste the opportunity to tell you how I feel.”

Mom just stared at Deanna as she continued.

Looking my mom in the eyes, Deanna said, “I want to be honest here. You see, I’ve also masturbated a lot thinking of you. I mean, don’t you think I’m at least just a little bit pretty? A little bit sexy?”

“Well,” Mom began, playing her part so well. The confusion over desire and doing what was ‘right’ was obvious on her face. “Yes, I can easily say you are pretty. Very much so, Deanna. And, well, I guess I think you are even sexy. Maybe even more than just a little bit. But that doesn’t mean we should just jump into bed together.”

Deanna let the covers drop, revealing her boobs to my mom as she said, “Ms. Taylor, what did you think when you saw me and Cheryl in a sixty-nine.”

“I was pissed.”

“No, I mean before it registered that your daughter was having sex with her best friend right in front of you. I mean, the split second you saw us. Did it, you know, turn you on first, before you got mad?”

Mom’s expression changed from angry and confused to wondering. You could see the wheels turning inside her head, as if she really had just caught her daughter having sex with another girl for the first time, and reaching a realization that the scene had at first turned her on.

“Well, maybe a little, but–”

“But nothing!” Deanna said. “It turned you on. You enjoyed seeing two teenage girls making love with each other. Only when you thought about your daughter doing that did you get mad.”

“Well, yes, of course. I’m her mother. I’m supposed to get pissed if I catch her in bed with someone and she hasn’t even graduated from high school yet.”

“Well, there are only a few months left before graduation. Does that moment really hold some kind of magic clock that suddenly it’s okay if she follows her passions?” Deanna said. We had purposely included the high school aspect of the scene because we often discussed the whole “reaching a particular birthday makes you an adult” bullshit.

“Okay, I can see your point,” Mom said. “But still…” Mom hesitated as Deanna pulled the covers down, revealing our naked bodies to my mom.

“But still, nothing,” Deanna said. “We’re two horny teenagers. You’re a horny, single mom. Instead of being angry, you should just join us so you and I can get together, too. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

“You really want to make love with me?” Mom asked.

“I’ve wanted to for a long time,” Deanna said.

“But what about Cheryl?” she asked, looking at me for the first time since Deanna had begun talking to her about her feelings.

“What about her? You don’t have to do anything with her, and she doesn’t have to do anything with you. We can just all enjoy this opportunity,” Deanna said.

“I… I don’t know… it’s… well, it’s tempting.”

“Come on, Mom. It’s not incest if we don’t do anything to each other,” I said.

Mom looked at me. “You’re okay with this? It won’t bother you if I join in?”

“Of course not,” I said. “I’m old enough to know you have needs too. Just because you’re my mom doesn’t mean you never get horny.”

Mom sat there beside us on the bed for a moment before Deanna leaned over to her and started unbuttoning her blouse. Then the bra was off, and Mom joined us on the bed.

Deanna pulled her into an embrace, and they kissed. It started innocently, but it quickly moved into very hot.

I shifted my position to remove my mom’s other clothing while she and Deanna made out. I had checked, and it was okay if I helped in taking my mom’s clothes off. I guess that’s because moms and daughters frequently help each other into and out of clothing without having sex. Although why not was still beyond me.

Deanna moved down to be able to lick Mom’s pussy. As she did this, and Mom moved to lie on her back, I managed to fondle my mom’s ass for a second. I was determined to get away with what I could. I could feel Bob’s stare without even looking his way.

After Deanna brought Mom to an orgasm, we got back into our sixty-nine, with me lying on top of Deanna. My ass, therefore, was waving in the wind, so to speak, and I felt Mom’s hand caress it for a couple of seconds. Nothing more, of course, but I was happy Mom had pushed that envelope as well.

After a while, all three of us lay on the bed, softly caressing each other. Mom and I would caress each other’s arms and shoulders, but nothing more than that. Deanna had one hand on each of us. Mom and I were on our sides facing each other with Deanna between.

Deanna looked from Mom to me and back again before delivering the last line of the scene. “Now, all we have to do is change those pesky incest laws to allow women to enjoy it since they can’t get each other pregnant.”

“Cut!” Bob yelled. “What the fuck was that?” he said to Deanna.

“The last line of the scene,” she said.

“We can’t say that?”

“Why not? We’re just exercising our right to free speech.”

“She’s right, Bob,” Mom said. “We can say it, we just can’t legally do it…yet.” She grinned at him.

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll talk to the lawyers to make sure there won’t be any problems. If there are, it ends up on the floor.”

He was referring to the editing room floor, of course, but as it turned out, the line stayed in.

The next day we filmed the add-ins, as planned. They took more time than the sex scene because of all the equipment to set up for each one. We’d wait around while the crew set up the cameras and everything, do the short scene, then move the cameras and lights to another place in the house for the next add-in. Finally, though, we were finished.

My first movie was filmed, well a scene really, and Bob would be releasing it on the company’s pay-to-view website in about a week, which was how long it would take for editing to do their work with it, adding credits, inserting other effects, that sort of thing. If it had been a full movie, it could take over a month to finish editing, but this was a scene with a few add-ins, so it was easy.

It was the year 2000, and movies and scenes like ours were popping up all over the internet, which had gained a lot of popularity in the past few years, probably more for the porn than anything else. At one point, our scene was the most-watched scene on the website. That was good for a number of reasons, not the least of them the fact it would earn both Deanna and me more money. We were newcomers, of course, and Mom made like three times what Deanna and I did for the scene, but porn was easy work, not to mention a LOT of fun.

With our scene’s popularity sealed, my debut was a success. Chandra was right. All I had to do was be myself.

Well, except for the desire that kept gnawing at me to start licking my mother’s pussy during the filming.

Continue on to Chapter 65