Dawn approached the table, a broad, red painted smile forming on her lips as her eyes flickered up and down over my body just as I watched hers. In her early thirties she had flowing blonde locks that cascaded down over the cowl top that she wore, and behind which hid large breasts. It was clear she was not wearing a bra and I wondered if the soft, pink cotton of the top would be able to hold her nipples in for the whole day. Beneath the top Dawn wore a denim mini skirt and fishnets with knee high black boots. Out of her boots I guessed that she was around five foot five in height, but the long, thin stiletto heels made her seem a lot taller.
“I can’t believe you tracked me down, I thought you would never want to see me,” Dawn said as she took a seat opposite mine at the table. This was the first time I had met my mother since I had been given up by her shortly after my birth. The experience had left me nervous and so I had picked an open table in the middle of the coffee shop so that all could see. It was not that I believed that she posed any real threat to me, but I had worried about how the meeting would go and I wanted the protection of other people.
“Why did you give me up?” I asked, wanting to get the biggest block to any type of long term contact out of the way.
Taking her time, Dawn hooked a finger through the handle of a white mug that she had placed in front of her, the red painted fingernail contrasting plain colouring of the cup. Slowly she lifted it, using her other hand to cradle the drink in front of her as those large lips formed into a small, round hole that blew a gentle stream of air over the warn liquid. Satisfied that it would be drinkable, Dawn sipped from the contents, closing her eyes as she appreciated the bitter taste of the coffee within.
Placing the mug back onto the table Dawn’s face screwed up for a moment as clearly painful memories flooded her mind. “I was hoping we would be able to build some kind of relationship before I needed to explain…” Her voice trailed off as if she was struggling to find words and I noticed a tear form in the corner of her eyes, and I wondered for a moment if it would smear the mascara she was wearing.
“It’s important to me, I cannot understand why you left me, the idea that you gave me up has made me so angry over the years.”
A small sigh escaped from my mother’s lips but then her eyes changed. The emotional woman that had first met me was replaced by someone with a hard edge, a determination and toughness that I had not see before. “You’re nineteen next month?” she asked before carrying on, not giving me a chance to reply. “I’m thirty-three, that means I was just fifteen when you were born into a strict, religious commune. Do you really think I would have been allowed to have kept you?”
“Tell me what happened?”
“I didn’t understand about sex, I had a boyfriend which had to be in secret, and we were experimenting and the next thing I knew I was pregnant. An abortion was out of the question, keeping you was unthinkable and so the day you were born you were taken away, I was not even allowed to hold you, to say goodbye.” As Dawn finished her sentence the emotional mother returned and her eyes softened, tears forming at the edge again.
Taking a drink of my own coffee I considered the reality of how I would have felt in the same situation. Young, pregnant, scared, forced to give up my child by family who seemed to have little care for my own needs. “Thankfully, the family who adopted me were kind, loving and caring,” I replied.
A gentle smile formed on my mother’s lips, “I’m glad that you found a loving family, I have thought about you every day and I always worried that you would end up in the same abusive environment as me.”
“No, thankfully, they are great parents if a little odd by most people’s standards.”
“Odd?” Dawn raised an eyebrow as she posed the question.
“Yes, my Dad is a successful head teacher and my Mum a doctor, on the outside they come across as such a good, moral, middle class family.”
Leaning forward in her seat I glanced down for a moment wondering if those breasts were going to fall out of the top. “But?” Dawn asked, tension and worry forming on her face as she spoke.
“But…” I wondered if I had already said too much and whether I should really be telling the mother I had only just met about my parent’s private lives. “But, they are swingers.”
On hearing the reply Dawn sat back in her chair, her face relaxing visibly at the response. “What kind?”
“I dunno the details but I’ve heard Mum referred to as a collared slut.”
“That doesn’t make them swingers, just means they are into a bit of BDSM.”
“No, they are swingers, my Dad openly had girlfriends over the years, and I’ve overheard conversations about my Mum having multiple lovers at the parties they throw.”
Dawn grinned at my comments, “I think I’ll be able to get on well with them.”
“What about you?” I asked, desperate to change the topic, “are you happy now?”
“Yes,” Dawn replied, “I met a man and we are married.” She held up her left hand and I looked at the fingers as the centre diamond of her engagement ring flashed in the light. “We don’t have any children, after you I didn’t want any, but we are happy and successful in our lives.”
“And what does he do for a living?”
“He makes… he makes films.”
I wondered why there had been hesitation in my mother’s answer to the question but realising it was not really my place to ask and it was early days I moved on.
“What about you, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Ummm, not really, no.”
“Have you had any?”
“Boyfriends?” I asked for clarification and seeing my mother nod her head confirmed that I had guessed right. “Yeah, I’ve had a few, quite a few, but I seem to struggle with attachment, with love. I’d rather have sex with a total stranger than feel in love with a guy.”
“A bit like me then.”
I pondered on my mother’s reply for a moment, “I don’t think so, you had a boyfriend when you became pregnant and you are married now.”
“Yeah…” Dawn responded but she refused to elaborate further.
Our drinks finished I could feel the weight of emotion that came from this first meeting and I knew that it was time to take a break. “I need to leave now,” I said, “but I want to meet again, maybe somewhere more private this time.”
“Sure,” Dawn replied though I could see a sadness in her eyes that we had to end our first contact.
Rising from my seat, Dawn followed me until we were outside. We embraced, our breasts pushing against each other and I realised in that hug that my mother had been enlarged with surgery. Then, a kiss on the cheek and we parted.
A week had passed, and I was ready to meet my mother again. It was my mother who first suggested we should go shopping but I was not against the idea. I had a party coming up in a couple of weeks and I was determined to find a suitable outfit for it. “Maybe,” I thought to myself, “my mother would even be prepared to pay for it?”
We met in the centre of the town outside a new build block of expensive apartments. I was expecting my mother to come walking down the street but instead she stepped out of the revolving door that led into the apartments. Unlike the last time, her hair was tied back while she wore a strapless, red top which seemed to be only held up by her enormous breasts. A tight, black, lycra mini skirt covered her lower half while on her feet she wore a pair of stiletto heels. It might have been the fact that it was a warm day but this time there was no sign of any tights or fishnets.
“Hi,” she said, catching me off guard as she approached and I turned to face her, the two of us embracing as we had done when we had last seen each other.
This time I just had to mention the breasts, “are they natural?” I asked already guessing at the answer.
“What do you mean?”
“The breasts, I mean I’m not small, but they are enormous, does that lie in my future?”
“Oh these?” my mother pointed at them casually, almost as if I was talking about a new handbag, “these were a gift from my husband. I’m a 34 H these days.”
“Wow!” I exclaimed on hearing just how large she was.
“They cost 10k.” The idea that my mother had such noticeable and expensive surgery took my breath away. “Maybe he’ll pay for you to have some as well?”
“What?” I stammered in shock at what Dawn was suggesting, “you are suggesting that your husband pays for me to have 34H tits?”
“Well not exactly,” my mother looked offended at my response, “I mean a H cup would be too big for you, your slimmer than me, I was thinking a 32 E or F cup?”
“And I think we need to change this topic!”
Dawn shrugged at my comment, “oh well, anyway shall we start over here?”
Taking hold of me by the arm my mother marched me quicker along the street, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. It was far quicker than I could walk in heels and I was grateful that I had picked a pair of trainers to wear for the day. Otherwise, I realised, I would be falling face first onto the pavement every other step.
Guiding me with a pull of the arm, my mother guided me into a department store that occupied the middle of the main street. Moments later we stood in front of a range of clothes that looked far more my age than hers. Using quick fingers, she pulled outfit after outfit along the railing, occasionally removing one and studying it before hanging the item back up.
It did not take long though and she had built up an armful of outfits to try on while at the same time I had found one tight, blue dress. “Ready to try these on?” she asked and despite only having the one item I felt obliged to agree.
There was a queue for the changing rooms and the two of us waited patiently in line. Opposite, a grey armchair contained a miserable looking guy in his early 40’s. A slight pot belly, hung over the top of his trousers as he stared at the phone in his hand, determined to hide from the women who surrounded him. He glanced up, turning his head towards the changing room, his face expressing hope more than expectation that his partner would finally return.
Taking the break in his concentration to check on who was around and who might see him his eyes settled on my mother. Seeing her, his face screwed up slightly in concentration and he fiddled with and adjusted the glasses that adorned his face.
Having a man inspect her so openly and intently I thought my mother would retreat slightly, pull the armful of clothes in front of her to hinder his gaze. That was not how she handled it though, instead she lowered her arms and thrust her chest forward so that the man could admire her breasts more fully.
“What are you doing?” I asked, leaning towards my mother and nudging her with my arm before whispering in her ear.
“Letting him enjoy the view.”
“Why?” the idea that my mother, a married woman would be prepared to flirt so openly caught me by surprise.
“Because,” my mother replied but before I could question her further, she stepped out of the line and approached the man. Keeping my place in the queue I watched as she leaned forward and talked quietly to him while I was certain he was getting an eyeful of her breasts.
“Ahem!”
It was a female voice that had interrupted the moment and I realised that the man’s partner had now returned. Brunette, she wore a black, sleeveless top with a polo neck and a pink denim skirt that stopped just above the knee.
Butterflies filled my stomach as I worried about what was about to happen next. My mother placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and lifted herself up so that she could turn to face the new arrival.
“Oh, it’s you,” the woman said on seeing my mother. “Has he told you about how he paid for my breasts because of you? Will you sign them?”
The woman dug around in her handbag and pulled out a thick marker pen and then, unexpectedly she pulled her top up. Her breasts were large with nipples, hidden within a small red bra which was lined with black lace.
“What the fuck!” I thought in my head before realising from the look my mother shot me that I had made the comment out loud.
Turning her attention back to the woman, my mother smiled, “I would love to sign them,” she said before stepping towards the woman and taking hold of the pen.
“Darling, phone the tattoo parlour, I’m going to get this permanently marked,” the woman said as Dawn scribbled her name over the top of the right breast.
“Thank you,” the man said as he joined the two of them as the woman pulled down and straightened her top.
“My pleasure,” my mother replied and then as I watched I saw her and the man kiss. Not an air kiss, or even a kiss on the cheek but a deep and longing kiss, their tongues meeting as they did so.
They parted, the woman and my mother holding hands longingly as they separated. “What the hell was that?” I asked as my mother returned to my side.
“They’re fans,” she replied, her lips smiling as if there was nothing unusual in what had just happened.
“Fans?”
“Yeah.”
I was hoping Dawn would explain more fully but the way she replied made it clear that I was not going to get one.
By now we were front of the queue and having had the items we had selected checked, the two of us were allowed in. The store assistant guiding us to two separate rooms. Entering mine, I closed the door before sliding the lock into place. Hanging the dress up I stared into the mirror and tried to process what had just happened.
Tap, tap, tap. At first, I thought the sound was coming from the changing room next door. Tap, tap, tap it came again and this time I realised it that someone was knocking on the door to the room. Carefully, I unlocked it and, opening the door just enough to see out I peered through the gap. “Let me in,” my mother whispered, her arm still full of the clothes that she had picked. Feeling like I had no choice, I let the door open more fully and my mother stepped inside.
Locking the door again, I turned to face her, “what’s going on?” I asked but she had already hung up her clothes and pulled her top over her head. “Wow!” I gasped as her enormous breasts fell out of the top.
“I want your opinion on the clothes, so the easiest way to do that is to be in the same room as you.”
“You want my opinion? I’m not even sure what look you are going for?”
My mother shrugged at my comments as she loosened the zip on her skirt, “the usual, MILF, Bimbo, Slut, Whore. Generally, the plan is to look like I am gagging for it.”
The skirt dropped to the floor and I realised, as it did so, that my mother had not been wearing any underwear. Instead I found myself staring at her completely smooth labia.
“Umm,” I said, finding myself unable to keep my eyes off my mother’s genitals.
“What?” my mother replied, her eyes scanning my face as she tried to read my thoughts, “oh! That?” She glanced down at herself. “I forget that I rarely wear underwear, I should have considered that it would be a bit of a shock for you.”
“It’s not just the fact that you are not wearing underwear, it’s also that you are completely smooth.”
“Do you have hair then?”
“Yes,” I bit my lip nervously at how the conversation was going.
“I’ve been completely smooth for years.”
“Why?” I asked as my mind raced with thoughts about what type of person my mother had become in the years I had been separated from her?
Looking away from me, my mother studied the various items she had picked before choosing one. Slowly, she pulled it and stretched it so that she could fit it onto her body.
“When I was eighteen, I escaped your grandparents and found myself desperate for cash and a roof over my head. Having already lost my virginity and growing up in such a repressed environment sex work was a natural step.”
“Wow!” I replied, shocked at the openness with which my mother was talking.
“What do you think?” The change of pace of the conversation caught me off guard and I realised that she was modelling the outfit she had put on in front of me. It was a tight camouflage skirt and crop top both parts of which pulled so tight on her body they became see through.
“If you are looking for the Slut look.”
“Perfect,” my mother replied as she started to take the outfit off again. “Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so after a year or so of doing that I met my husband and with his help I graduated from street walking to escorting.”
“Escorting?”
“Yes, you are paid to go on dates with wealthy guys and then afterwards they pay you to spend the night with them. It was good money, it helped my husband setup his business and I found that not only did guys pay more, the less hair but the sex got better as well.”
“Right,” I replied wondering if my mother was just emotionally and psychologically broken.
“Anyway, are you going to try your dress on?” Dawn asked as she took off the second outfit, her face filled with frustration at the fact that it had not coped with the size of her breasts.
“I guess,” I said with a hint of reluctance in my voice. In truth I did not want to be stripping down in front of a mother who I had only known for a short while.
Stripping down to my bra and knickers my mother continued to speak, “so my husband set himself up making pornography and he signed me up as one of his girls and that is why that couple knew who I was.”
“You make porn?”
“Yes, have you ever watched any?”
“Of course, but you know, I’ve never met someone who actually makes it.” The conversation had taken such a turn that in my bra and knickers I felt even more exposed and vulnerable while next to my naked mother.
“Oh, I love it, I have slept with some amazing guys over the years and the money means I have been to some incredible places.”
“OK,” I replied as hurriedly I pulled the blue dress into place and stepping around my mother, I looked at myself in the mirror.
“You look incredible, I am sure my husband would love to film you.”
The comment caught me off guard and I took an involuntary and defensive step back, away from her. “I’ve never even considered making it, yeah I watch it and have had some great sex with my lovers afterwards but starring in it?”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Because…” I said before realising that I did not have a coherent argument formed in my head.
“Yeah?”
“Look it’s just that, how do you live it down? People recognising you in the street, knowing your every sexual secret?”
My mother scooped up the clothes she had tried on into her arms so that she had a pile she wanted to return and another she planned on buying. I was still in the blue dress and it amazed me how quickly she had tried on the clothes and selected the ones she wanted.
“They don’t know my every secret, they don’t see when my husband and I make love. They don’t hear when I talk about my fears and concerns about a scene I am to make, and they don’t know when I have said no to something.”
“And have you ever said no to something?”
Pausing for a moment, my mother thought as I stripped back out of the blue dress, “actually, scrap that last one, I’m so nasty I have never refused anything.”
Then, changing the conversation for a moment as I stood in my knickers and bra again, “can I see how much hair you have?”
“Really?”
“Yes, it could be a deal breaker for him.”
In truth, I probably should not have done anything, but I found myself slipping the front of my knickers down enough for my mother to see. “So you trim at least?” she asked as she studied the mound of short hair that covered my pussy.
“Well yes, nobody wants it to be completely overgrown.”
“And have you ever gone smooth?”
“No!” I almost shouted my reply as I pulled the front of my knickers back into place.”
There was a loud bang at the door and then it swung open to reveal the store assistant and a member of the security team. Still stood in my underwear I was shocked at the interruption as the store assistant looked at my mother and I. “Only one person per time in each changing room, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the store assistant commanded while the security guard stared at my exposed body.
“That’s fine,” my mother said as she asserted herself on the situation rather than backing down. “I’ll be buying these items,” she commented before thrusting them into the store assistant’s hands. “I’ll be paying for my daughter’s new dress as well.”
The security guard, a tall black guy, escorted me to the shop exit while my mother under the guidance of another went to the till to pay for the items. Approaching the door, I felt the security guard’s hand slowly stroke down my back and onto my ass. I should have taken offence at being touched up by a total stranger but the way he carried himself, the way he looked at me, filled me with lust instead. “Any chance you can take me into the office, and we can fuck?” I whispered to him but acting like he was a professional he shook his head.
“You need to leave now,” he said as he waved his hand towards the exit and as I turned toward the door a familiar voice called out from near the tills.
“Hold on, wait for me,” my mother said as she almost ran towards the door. “You like my daughter?” she commented to the security guard as she passed him. “Take this and I’ll see what I can do,” she said stuffing a small piece of card into his hand.
“What was that?” I asked once we were outside.
“What? That? Oh, just a business card.”
“Are you trying to set me up with him?”
“Well if you want him, otherwise, well don’t you think he is cute? I reckon he would look great inside me in a film.”
“You want to recruit him for one of your pornos?”
“Well of course,” my mother said as she looked back over her shoulder in his direction, “wouldn’t you?”
“Look, I’m not certain I am ready to talk about my mother’s sex life, especially when I have only just connected with her.”
My mother shrugged at the comment, “that’s fine, come on over here.” She guided me across the street towards a narrow shopping arcade that was famous locally for its boutique businesses.
Taking care not to trip over in her heels on the cobble stones Dawn led me to a narrow staircase tucked between a coffee shop and a gaming store.
“Where are we going?” I asked nervously as I wondered whether it would be best to escape before I got dragged further into her life.
“Dawn! It’s amazing to see you,” said a male voice as we stepped through the doorway at the top of the stairs. “And who is this delightful young creature with you?”
Following my mother into the room on the other side I saw that the voice belonged to a tall and elegantly dressed, black woman. Or at least I thought it was a woman, the depth of the voice suggested that the woman was actually a man. While the size of the breasts suggested otherwise.
“Yes sweety, I was born a man,” the voice replied, and I realised that my confusion must have been visible on my face.
“This is my daughter Emily, I want you to give her the works.”
“The works? Sure.”
“The works?” I asked, wondering what my mother was trying to set me up with.
“Yes, Vanessa here is a beautician and she is going to wax that pretty little pussy of yours.”
“What if I don’t want it waxed?”
Vanessa stepped between the two of us, “why don’t you come into my treatment room and we can talk?”
The sudden gentleness of the voice was enough to make me agree and I followed Vanessa through a door at the back of the room and into the treatment area.
“Take a seat,” Vanessa offered with a wave of her hand and I plopped myself up onto the bench where she must have worked her magic.
“Why don’t you want it?”
“Because I have only just met my mother and I think she is trying to get me to make one of her films.”
“It’s actually one of her husband’s films but either way, I would take that as a compliment.”
“Why would I take it as a compliment?”
“Because it means your mother thinks that you look fuckable.”
“Right…” I felt myself subconsciously biting my tongue before I said something that would cause offence.
“Are you working at the moment?” The question seemed to be a bit odd in the context, but I nodded in confirmation. “And is it good money?”
“It’s OK, it is only part time but as I live with my parents it is not horrendous.”
“And you have an open mind?”
“What do you mean?”
“As in you love sex?”
“Yes, I love sex, if anything I struggle with the commitment side of things.”
Vanessa nodded in understanding, “why don’t you strip down to your underwear so I can inspect the canvas?”
Surprising myself, I did as Vanessa asked while my mind raced with questions of what Vanessa was trying to get at. “You’re single, open minded, attractive and while you are earning the money is not great.”
“Yes, that pretty much sums it up.”
“Dawn’s husband would pay you around 500 for a one-day shoot.”
“500?!” I replied, the shock evident in my voice. “What would I have to do for that?”
“Do you have any particular tastes?”
“I quite like the idea of a gangbang.”
Approaching me, Vanessa slowly reached around to undo my bra. Then, after removing it she slowly pushed my knickers down towards the floor. “Please, lie down on the table?” she offered and I willingly did so.
“How would you like 500 to be fucked by three guys?”
“Now that you put it like that,” I replied as I felt Vanessa slowly and carefully part my legs.
Carefully she smeared warm wax over the hair of my pussy, then slowly, she laid strips of paper over the wax. “Shh, now,” Vanessa said as the first strip was removed with a rip as the pain flashed through my body. Having never been waxed before I had no choice but to scream.
An hour later I returned to the waiting room where I had last seen Dawn. She was sitting in a chair, legs crossed, reading a magazine, only glancing up to watch me as I approached.
“500 for a shoot with three guys.”
“That’s what you have negotiated with Vanessa?” my mother asked as a smile spread across her face.
“Yes, and to please your husband…” I pulled at the hem of my dress and drew it upwards slowly until my mother was able to see that I was now completely smooth and knickerless.
“Perfect,” my mother replied, “shall we go and get you the costume you need to wear?”
“Will you be there?” I asked as my mother rose from her chair.
“Do you want me to be there?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I don’t think I could go through it without out.”
“If you want me to watch you being fucked on film, then I will watch you.”
Dawn pulled me in close and the two of us hugged, “thanks for your advice Vanessa,” my mother said before the two of us turned together and headed for the door.
We walked in silence across town, the two of us just happy to be in each other’s company as we walked arm in arm. Reaching a sex shop, my mother led the way as the two of us stepped inside. “This is the best place to get the sort of clothes you will need for the shoot I have in mind.”
“Sure,” I replied as I stepped inside.
“Hi Dawn,” said the voice inside the store which belonged to a short, busty ginger haired girl. She was wearing a tight black corset which made her breasts almost spill out of the top.
“Hey Denise,” my mother replied and as I watched the two of them embraced. “Emily, this is Vanessa’s girlfriend Denise.”
“Hi…” I was going to say more but my mother cut me off.
“We were just at Vanessa’s, she gave Emily the works.”
“Oh yeah,” Denise replied with a wicked look in her eyes, “was it really the works.”
“Well I had my crotch hair waxed.”
“Yeah but that’s not the works is it Dawn?”
I glanced back and fore between the two of them and realised they were waiting for some form of confirmation of what had happened.
Unsure what to do I swallowed nervously. “It’s OK Emily,” my mother said calmly, “they are as bad as each other.” Then, as if to prove a point she pulled Denise into a clinch and the two of them started to kiss as Denise stroked my mother’s breasts with her hands.
“OK, OK,” I said hoping to stop what was happening in front of me, “you’re right.”
“Go on,” my mother commented as she stepped back from the shorter woman.
“After she got me to agree to make a film, she waxed me and then stated that she needed to inspect the work. The next thing I knew, Vanessa was eating me, and I couldn’t help but gasp with pleasure until I was begging to be filled…”
“You found out her secret?” It was Denise who asked the question.
I nodded nervously, unsure as to how I would be judged.
“And what is her secret?” It was my mother who asked the question this time.
“Umm,” I was used to sleeping around but I was not used to the idea of the person’s lover being in front of me eagerly and openly interrogating me.
Denise reached out an arm, placing a hand on me in a supportive way. “It’s OK, I know all about Vanessa’s secrets and all about where that thing goes.”
The comment made me smile, “well, she pulled up her dress and revealed that she had 8 inches of black meat. Then she fed it into me without a condom until her cum exploded deep into my body.”
“Impressive,” my mother said, “it took me four visits before I was prepared to let Vanessa fuck me, you let her in on the first visit.”
I stepped away and started to slowly browse the clothing that was hanging from a rail nearby. My hand brushed along the various outfits that, in all honesty, I was not properly looking at anything, but I wanted to avoid the conversation. The relationship that I had with my newly found mother had been honest up until now, but did I really want to admit to her that I had never turned down a good-sized black cock?
Stopping to look at a picture of a leather clad man kneeling while on a leash before a scantily clad woman left me with no choice but to turn my back on my mother and Denise. I paused there, longer than I should have really but I was not sure what to do having pretty much backed myself into a corner.
Behind, the sound of heels on the soft carpet of the shop reached my ears and I felt a warm hand touch me on the shoulder. “Are you worried what I will think about you taking a black cock?”
“Maybe,” I said quietly without turning around, “or maybe I am worried what you will think when you hear about my sex life?”
“I never told all of the reason’s I gave up escorting.”
“What to you mean,” I asked, “surely you gave up escorting because you started making films?”
My mother gently tugged at my shoulder with her hand and I turned around to face her. “That is true, but escorting was really good money.”
“What other reason could there be though?”
“I gave up white cock.”
The comment sent a slight shiver through me as I realised, I was more like my mother than I had realised. “You only sleep with black guys?”
“Yes, for over ten years now I have only slept with black guys, my husband is black and all the guys in my films are black.”
“So why did it take you four visits to have Vanessa fuck you?”
My mother bit her lip as she considered how to answer the question, “because I knew Vanessa as a woman, not as a hung black guy.”
“Oh Mum,” I said, realising that I had referred to her in such a way for the first time. “A good black cock, is a good black cock, it doesn’t matter what the hammer looks like.”
“Well for me I had to come to terms with that when it came to Vanessa,” my mother replied and for the first time ever I thought I detected a hint of sadness in her voice.
“How does it make you feel if I was to tell you that I let Vanessa take me raw the first time I saw that cock?”
“I’d say you were perfect for this lifestyle.”
Five days had passed since the last meeting with my mother, during which there had been dozens of text messages between the two of us as we finalised the details. Waking naturally, I lay in bed naked for a moment while I stared at the ceiling and wondered about what the day would bring. Reaching down I realised that I was already wet and horny at the thought of what was to come. Not only was I going to meet my mother’s husband, but I was also going to make porn for the first time.
Rolling out of bed I took the time to shower, making sure every part of me was clean before selecting some light and easy to remove clothing. It was clearly going to be a warm day and so the tight shorts that almost gave me a camel toe and loose crop top were perfect.
Heading downstairs I entered the kitchen where I found the person who I had called Mum for the past nineteen years. “Hey love,” she said on seeing me enter, “what’s going on today?”
“Not much.” I was nervous about telling my mother the truth, that I was going to be paid to be fucked in front of a camera.
“Then why are you dressed like that?” My Mum’s eyes cast about and down my body as I sat down on the stool at the end of the breakfast bar.
“No reason really, just it is hot today.”
“Are you sure? I reckon you are off to see that guy again.”
“Which guy?”
“The black guy who fucked you so good in bed the other night.”
“Oh that one…” my voice trailed off. It was true, a couple of night’s previously I had hooked up with a fit black guy who I had brought home. “Sorry, I hadn’t realised that we were so noisy.”
“It’s nothing to worry about, it’s good to know that our daughter has such a good sex life.” Mum stepped around the breakfast bar until she was next to me. “We raised you to be open minded and we are happy that you are.”
“Thanks Mum,” I replied and the two of us hugged.
Breaking off the embrace, Mum returned to what she had been doing since before I came into the room. “If it’s not that guy, is it anything to do with your real mother?”
“Real mother?” The question threw me, obviously they knew I had tracked down my mother but why would Mum think that my clothing had something to do with that?
“Yes, it was your father who worked it out, he did some research and realised that your mother was one of those online porn stars.”
“Umm,” I swallowed nervously fearing that I was about to be judged.
“I figure that maybe she had roped you in to make some porn yourself?” Turning to that she could look at me, I quickly cast my eyes to the ground, nervously looking for a hole into which I could disappear. “Oh, don’t worry dear, do you not think your Dad and I have discussed doing something similar over the years?”
“You’ve thought about making porn?”
“Of course, having been with twenty guys at the same time, why wouldn’t I want to be filmed occasionally?”
The confession from my mother as to how many men she had slept with at the same time took me by surprise. Even more surprising though was the idea that she had considered making porn herself.
“You’re right,” I confessed. “my mother and her husband have setup a scene with three black guys for me.”
“Black guys? You lucky thing.”
“Well it turns out my mother only sleeps with black men.”
“Sounds like it might be a choice for you to make, after all when did you last sleep with a white guy?”
I thought about it for a moment, “about six months ago, there was that guy I knew from school.”
“Yeah, he seemed a bit wimpy, whereas that guy you brought home this week, I could have gone for him.”
“Mum!” I shouted and picking up a cloth that lay on the breakfast bar I jokingly threw it at her.
My Mum caught it and grinned in response to my reaction. “Well I need to pop out, let me know when it is over so that I know you are safe, but most of all enjoy your day.” She smiled again and left me alone to my thoughts in the kitchen.
By mid-afternoon I approached the front door of the house that my mother shared with her husband. The downstairs curtains were closed and as I knocked on the door, I heard the sounds of sex coming from inside the room. A young and incredibly horny white lad opened the door and looked at me with lust filling his eyes while the sound of the sex now the door was open got louder.
I smiled at his attention, “no chance mate, I’m only here for black cock,” I replied and he laughed.
“You must be Emily then? Please come in.” He stepped to the side and let me enter the address. Stepping inside, the sound of sex became louder still and looking to my right I saw a woman riding the cock of a hung black guy who was sat on a white leather sofa. In front of them a tall, elegantly dressed black guy held a camera in his hands which he used to film the sex. He turned his head towards me for a moment and with a wave of his hand beckoned me into the room.
As I entered, the now well fucked black guy gave a grunt and gripped the woman as he spilled his seed deep into the woman. The two of them stayed in an embrace for a moment and then the elegantly dressed man called out “cut,” and the woman carefully unentangled herself from her lover. She turned towards the camera, before catching sight of me out of the corner of her eye.
“Emily!” she squealed, turning to face me before running across the room so that my naked and cum filled mother could embrace me.
“I wasn’t expecting to arrive to see my mother having sex,” I whispered in her ear and she laughed out loud at the comment.
“Well it is my life,” she replied before dragging me forward to meet the others in the room. “This is Bruce my husband,” she said directing me towards the elegant man who had been filming the scene, “and this is my favourite on screen fuck, Trey.”
“Can we just film the next scene?” Bruce interjected.
“Yeah sure,” my mother said before walking back over to stand next to Trey.
“And action!”
“Your cunt paid off part of the debt,” Trey said, stepping in closer to my mother so that his height was intimidating. “But it’s not enough, I want you to give us your sister.”
“My sister? She knows nothing of this world, please you have to spare her, she’s a virgin and she’s only just turned eighteen.”
“You give me your sister for the day and the debt is settled.”
“Please,” my mother fell to her knees, “take me, do as you will with me?”
“No!” Trey commanded and he pushed my mother over on to her side and walked from the room.
“And cut!” Bruce shouted.
My mother sprung back to her feet and she hugged Trey as he came back into the room, his huge black cock swinging between his legs. “I take it I am the sister in this story?” I asked nervously. I had agreed to fuck three black guys and I had agreed to being submissive, but the exact details were not known to me.
“Exactly,” Bruce replied, “but don’t worry your mother will be there the whole time.”
My mother led me upstairs and into one of the spare bedrooms. It had been decorated as if it belonged to a single, innocent, woman of about my age. Picking up a nightie from the bed my mother handed it to me. “Slip this on and get into bed, there is no script, in essence you will reluctantly agree to helping me settle a debt.”
I nodded as I stripped the shorts and crop top off before pulling the white cotton outfit over my head. Slipping between the sheets I lay there for a couple of minutes, pretending to sleep while my mother walked out of the room.
“Action,” Bruce called from outside the room and I heard footsteps on the stairs.
“I’ll just get her,” my mother said her voice sounding sad and worried.
There was a knock at the door and then a gentle creak of the hinges as it opened. “Hey, Sue, Sue, wake up?” my mother called from the doorway.
The door opened further, and I heard my mother padding across the floor towards me. Placing a hand on my shoulder she shook me three times and I pretended to wake up. My eyes popped out of my head as I realised that she was wearing the outfit that I had seen her try on in the changing rooms. While in her hand she held a small bundle of cloth. “Sue, I need your help?” she pleaded.
I slipped out of the bed so that Bruce could film me in the nightie, leaning over the bed so that its short length rose up to expose my bum slightly. “What’s the matter?”
“There are some bad men downstairs, I owe them money and they are demanding that I pay it.”
“OK, how can I help?”
“I let the boss fuck me for half the debt, but they want you for the other half?”
“Want me?” I tried to make my voice as innocent as possible.
“Yes, they want to fuck you, take your virginity for their pleasure.”
Shock played across my face in reaction to what my mother had said, “I can’t do that, I want to keep myself for my husband.”
“Please!” my mother begged, “put these on, I won’t tell anybody about it. If you don’t they will sell me.” Throwing the small bundle of cloth onto the bed I stared at them for a moment and then reluctantly I picked them up and played with them in my hands.
Carefully, I slipped the nightie off over my head as Bruce stepped in close and filmed my body. For the first time ever, I was naked in front of a camera and the very thought of it excited me. Then I pulled on the outfit that my mother had given me. Stockings that stretched up my legs, making them look so smooth and so long and a suspender belt that framed my hips, bum and smooth pussy.
“Wait,” my mother said, and she ran from the room before returning with a pair of black, high heel stiletto’s. I slipped them onto my feet and allowed Bruce to film again, rotating my body as he did, so that he could capture every inch of me.
“Cut,” Bruce said as he stood up. “That was a great opening scene, I really like how innocent you came across on the camera.”
“What’s next?” I asked and I saw Bruce smile at the question before glancing over to my mother.
My mother nodded at her husband, “you tell her, you’re the director.”
“Now we film one long scene in which all the sex takes place. Your mother will be present, and we’ll stop if there are any real problems, but it would work best if we can do it in one shot.”
“I understand, I really want this right now so let’s just go for it.”
Bruce stepped out on to the landing, “action!”
“Dawn! Dawn! Bring me your sister!” It was Trey who shouted out, calling from the bottom of the stairs and realising my mother was using her own name I wondered why. Was it a deliberate attempt to blur the lines between the story lines and reality?
My mother took hold of me by the hand and led me out of the room and down the stairs into the lounge. “I present to you my sister Sue.”
“Good girl, Dawn,” said Trey as he took a step towards me. I pirouetted under his control as his eyes looked up and down my body. “Your sister will definitely settle the debt.”
Walking away from me, Trey picked up a rucksack that was sitting in the corner of the room and brought it over to me. Reaching inside he pulled out a collar and leash which he fitted to my neck, tight enough that I knew it was there but not so tight that it choked me. Then, producing a set of handcuffs he secured my hands to the front.
Finally, he reached into the rucksack one more time and out of it he pulled a long black object. At first, I thought it was a paddle but then I noticed that it had black ribbon that was attached to both ends. “And now we take away your sight,” he commented as he placed the object over my eyes before tying the ribbons to the rear of my head.
“Perfect,” Trey said, “what do you think Dawn?”
The sound of my mother’s footsteps as she paced around me met my ears. “I think she will make a perfect little slut for your Sir.”
“I’m glad you are in agreement bitch, now my friends will be waiting.”
There was a tug on the leash and carefully I stepped in the direction that it was pulling me, walking round the house as I wondered where I would be guided. I was already unsure as to where in the house I was as the sound of the front door being opened greeted me. Then, rather than hearing the other two men who were to fuck me step into the house I felt the warmth of the sun on my bare chest.
Trey led me outside onto the drive and I heard the crunch of stone under my feet as we walked down towards the pavement. I wanted to call out, beg them to not publicly humiliate me in such a way but at the same time I became aware that my body disagreed. In fact, my body was craving it, my need to be taken without a care in the world growing inside.
Reaching the end of the drive, I heard the sliding door of a van and found myself being bundled inside. “Dawn, you sit up front,” I heard Trey say as extra hands grabbed me and pulled me into the back of the vehicle. There were at least two other men I counted but I wondered if Bruce or the young lad who had opened the door to me were involved.
“Sit here,” a voice I did not recognise said from my left and as I sat in the seat, I realised that I was sandwiched between two men.
“Drive,” I heard Trey say and as the door of the van slid closed, I felt it jerk forward as it pulled away from the house.
I was not sure how long we drove for, but I was certain that we had not been travelling for a crazy length of time when I heard the van pull onto a rough track. Stones crunched beneath the tyres as the cabin shook side to side as it crawled at a slow speed before coming to a gentle stop. The side of the door slid open and I realised that the only sound outside was that of a gentle breeze brushing through the trees.
There was a tug on the leash, and I followed it, stepping out of the van and onto the ground outside. “Welcome to a D&B Productions unveiling,” I heard Trey say and I realised that there was a murmur of approval from a number of men to the front and sides of me. “Dawn has run into trouble financially and I, the nasty man who is collecting on her debt has made her hand over her sister for use by my gang.” There was a murmur of approval from the assembled audience. “The sister, Sue, is here to be taken by two of my men but while she has been sat in a van with them, she has not seen them and does not know who they are. Isn’t that right Sue?”
I felt Trey nudge me and I realised that I needed to reply, “that is correct, though I have been led to believe that they are black.” Then, realising that I could play to the crowd I called out to them, “can you please confirm that the two men who are to take me are black?”
There was a murmur or approval from the audience, and someone shouted out, “yes you nasty bitch, you’re going to be fucked by some hung black cock.”
The leash was pulled again, and I stumbled forward on the stones, following the direction that I was led in. It did not take long though before the surface under my feet changed from stone to grass and then to some kind of sheet. A tug at my neck made me drop to my knees and then I felt the presence of a female in front of me. The onlookers calling out “Dawn” as she joined me, embracing me and meeting my lips with her own.
We kissed for a moment, my mother and I and then I felt her hot breath on my ear, “happy?” I gave a gentle nod to confirm that we could carry on and then my mother moved away, leaving me alone again.
More footsteps met my ears and I felt a hand reach between my legs, the fingers rubbing back and fore against my clitoris, making me gasp loudly. “She is seriously wet,” a voice said, the same voice that had ordered me to sit in the van. “I wonder if she can cope with this?” There was movement in front of me though I could not see it and then hands grabbed me by the chin and pulled my head upwards slightly.
The head of a cock pushed against my lips and I opened my mouth to let it in. It was large and it slid along my tongue and into my throat. Tipping forward slightly I opened my throat as I felt the tip push down past my tonsils. “Yeah,” the voice said as hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and the cock started to slide back and fore with increasing speed. Then, unexpectedly, the cock stopped, locked deep in my throat leaving me unable to breath. I held my breath and hoped that I would not gag before it started to move again. Unable to stop it though, I started to choke on the cock for a moment and as it was pulled out to let me breath again there was a cheer that went up from the onlookers.
As I coughed and struggled to resist throwing up the hands that had been holding me head let go and I fell forward, my ass rising into the air in the process. The experience left me gasping for breath for a moment, but it was not enough to deter one of the two cocks. Hands, different hands, though at least I thought they were but could not be certain, took hold of my ass and thighs, pulling my legs apart before carefully feeding a cock into me. My pussy willingly accepted it despite the fact that I had still not recovered from choking and I grunted as it pushed deep into me.
“Fill me!” I begged as the guy who had pushed his way into my hole found his stride with a series of hard, grunting thrusts. His balls slapping against my clit as I managed to take his large, thick, tool all the way in. It did not take long though, the whole experience of the day having left me so horny that I started to moan and squeal as I felt an orgasm building inside me.
A hand grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head upwards again before, for a second time, I was made to take a dick in my mouth. I was not completely certain that it was the same cock that had been in my mouth before, but I did not care either way. Having one in my mouth and one in my pussy was enough and I gave a loud, keening groan as my body submitted to the orgasm.
It seemed to last forever as the man who was fucking me from behind continued to pump into my body throughout, my pussy strangling his length in the process. The squeezing of his shaft must have been enough though and a moment later he gave a deep throated grunt, his hips bucking forward into me. As he did so, a thick stream of hot cum shot out of the tip, flooding my cunt with his spunk in the process.
The man pulled out of me as his friend removed himself from my mouth. Kneeling there, I struggled to compose myself as hands grabbed me by the hips and rolled me over onto my back. Those same hands then pushed my legs wide, hooking them over shoulders as I felt a cock pushing into my already cum filled hole. “You made my friend cum you slut, now it’s my turn.”
It was the same voice that had spoken to me before, unknown, unseen and obviously eager to use me. “Yes Sir, breed me Sir,” I mumbled in between gasps from the hard fucking that I was taking.
This second guy grinned and I felt his hands grab hold of my breasts, pawing at the nipples as his cock slid in and out of me. My nipples were far more sensitive that is safe, and I felt a second orgasm quickly growing within me until it crashed through my body in a crescendo. Pushed along in the end by the sudden growth of the cock that filled me, its orgasm spilling into me at the same time. The idea that I was orgasming on this unknown man’s tool as he filled me with his seed was intense and I reached up with my mouth, searching for the warm kiss I was certain was there. I found him and the two of us shared tongues and spit in a passionate embrace.
Alone again for a moment as the man left. I found myself being pulled back to my feet and walked away as the cum of two men slipped from inside and smeared the inside of my thighs. “Thank you everyone for coming to watch,” Trey called to the assembled group to loud cheers as he pushed me back into the van.
Slowly the van turned around and then started on its slow journey back down the path and the road beyond. As it did so, I felt hands pulling at my blindfold and it was removed. The bright light took a moment to adjust to as it seemed to burn my eyes but soon, blinking slowly I was able to focus on who was in the van. Sitting beside me was Trey while Bruce sat on the floor of the van a short distance in front of me filming the action. My mother sat in the front passenger seat while alongside her, in the driver’s seat, sat the young white lad who had greeted me at the front door.
“Has my sister settled the debt?” Dawn spoke from the front seat and she sounded upset and tearful as she did so.
“I think she has done well,” Trey replied with a grin, “but I want to make sure I leave her with one more thing to remind you never to cross me again.”
“What’s that?” I studied my mother as she spoke and part of me wondered if she was upset about something for real.
“Her very own black baby.”
My mother flinched at the suggestion, “no,” she screamed as Trey took hold of me and threw me onto the floor of the van. My arse stuck in the air as he mounted me from behind.
“You told me she was a virgin, so she’ll be fertile and unprotected,” Trey said as he slid himself deep into me.
“Yes Sir, I want your babies,” I whispered, realising that it was in keeping with how the story was going. Inside though, I was more curious about how Dawn must have felt about watching a man who had fucked her only a couple of hours before, now filling her daughter.
Trey pounded me as I realised that he had the biggest of all three cocks that I had taken that day, not that any of them had been small. He also had an ability to take me in a way that made the other two seem weak in comparison despite the aggressive fucking I had received from them.
His cock sank deep into my cum filled cunt and I stretched myself as wide as possible to make sure that I could take every inch. “Every inch she takes, protects you just a little bit more Dawn.”
“I know,” Dawn replied, her eyes seeming to be full of tears.
“Don’t cry for me sis’” I commented in between thrusts of the enormous cock that made me moan with pleasure. “I am more than happy to give myself to these men over and over again for you.”
Then, unexpectedly, I felt Trey reach the point of no return and he exploded, his cock pumping his cum into me as he groaned with pleasure. For a moment, Bruce continued to film us and then with a shout he called “cut.”
As Bruce put the camera down, I rolled over onto my back and looked up towards my mother. “What did you think?” I asked, worried about how she would react.
“You were amazing Emily, I’d love for us to work together again in the future.”
“I think I can manage that,” I replied, “providing Trey takes me on a date.”
My mother’s face broke up in laughter for a minute, “what do you think Trey, you gonna date and fuck my porn star daughter?”
“Absolutely,” he replied as I felt him pull me over towards him. Guiding my head, I saw his cum covered cock for a moment before it slipped between my lips. “Just after she has cleaned me up.”
Greedily, I licked that cock until it was clean and hard again and that night, Trey and I fucked off camera as well.
The Sins of August 