Ron Taylor - X-rated mother

Stacy withdrew her hand from its lodging in her cunt. The fingers were sopping wet from her juices and she sniffed at their fragrance, testing it with her tongue in passing. She sometimes liked to suck her fingers clean after masturbating, but not right now. Instead she applied her wet digits to Roger's anus, greasing it with her fluid. He squirmed as she touched him, asking, "What's on your mind, Stacy?"

"Buggery," she replied smirkily, adding her tongue and its coating of saliva to the lubricants on Roger's asshole. He wiggled as she oiled him, but he didn't resist.

Not even when she began to work her middle finger into the rectal outlet. "Loosen up," she begged. "You'll dig this."

He loosened, enough to let her wedge the fingertip, and after that, complete insertion was easy as pie. Roger moaned as her finger suddenly overcame his anal resistance and entered him to the hilt. Stacy moaned too, for his ass was deliciously tight. It took all her strength to pull the finger back for a fresh diving plunge, but when she managed, it was everything she had hoped it might be.

She fucked his ass with her finger, taking special care to prod his prostate erotically. Roger was definitely one of those guys who got off on it, she noted proudly. And as she kept on reaming his asshole she leaned in her lips smacking a kiss upon his swaying scrotum.

It spurred him to new heights as he screwed her mother. Stacy could hear the screams that burst from Connie's lips as Roger's penile invasion took on a character she had never known before. One for all and all for one, Stacy reminded herself, and she began to suck one of his tender nuts. She was gentle with him, for she knew how delicate the jewels were, but she made up for her oral gentleness by turning her ass-probing finger into a lance of cruel but lovable stimulation.

His asshole gripped her like a vise, in return, and when he moved his hips in a certain impulsive manner she stifled a cry of sudden dread. Christ! She'd been almost positive he was on the point of breaking off her Goddamned finger! In revenge she stabbed him deeply, and her fingertip pushed his prostate like a salesman rings a doorbell.

"Nnnggghhhhhhh!" Roger wailed, his voice rising a full octave, and Stacy knew that she'd done him a favor indeed. He rocked forward, throwing all his weight upon Connie's uplifted ass, and Stacy could smell the cum that he was shooting into her mother's wet quim. His anus throbbed on her finger and she had to get it out for fear it really would break right off.

Connie's braced knees collapsed and she fell smack onto the mattress, water sloshing inside the bed. Again that dizzy, swaying sensation, and Stacy's head felt as if it were full of sloshing water too. Roger dropped with Connie, still fucking her cunt, but the shudders of his ass were decreasing. He was very nearly fucked out.

It was too bad they didn't have a camera on hand, Stacy thought smugly. They didn't make anything sexier than this. She watched as Roger slid off Connie, his cock wilted, smeared with globs of white cum that made Stacy's tongue tingle. She was on the verge of going down on him, of cleaning him off with her mouth – until she saw more of the jism leaking from her mother's pussy.

Stacy dropped, worming between her mother's parted legs, and as her mouth made contact she heard Connie say, "Huh?" in a fuzzy, surprised voice. But Stacy wasn't listening to voices. She moved her tongue, coating it in the cream that lined her mother's snatch, and as she lapped it up she wondered if she could ever get enough of this tasty brand of sex. Maybe she wouldn't even bother with dirty movies. She could get all she needed without leaving her mother's bedroom. But save the decision-making till, later. Right now – eat, eat, eat!

Setting up a new movie was just as easy as Roger had predicted. The shadowy characters who finance X-rated films had not missed the significance of Connie's debut role, and Roger found two men willing to gamble $30,000 on that significance.

This was no How to Become a Stud, either. Roger had written and directed that one, and his kindest description of it was "shit". For this script he collaborated with a writer friend, tailoring it to Connie's talents and personality, and it seemed at least half a notch above the usual porno scenario.

Connie had the leading role, a Broadway hooker who inherited a fortune from one of her regular customers.

She took to the part intuitively. Some scenes were filmed on the streets where her character worked, and Connie, with a frizzy blonde wig, long coat open to show off tight sweater, miniskirt, and thigh-high boots, blended marvelously with the six or seven real whores who had agreed to be filmed for local color. She played her part so well that she was even propositioned by two businessman-types before her partner in the first sequence could get to her. Her voice was pure Bronx and her manner cold and mercenary. Worth the price of admission was a bit where she sat naked on the edge of a bed, almost two inches of ash dangling from the end of her cigarette while she expertly rolled a condom onto her john's erect prick.

The cast was large, and most of the familiar New York porno faces and bodies were in evidence for an orgy scene celebrating Connie's arrival to fortune. Among those bare writhing bodies was that of Stacy Talbot. No one was aware that she was Connie's daughter to them, she was simply another ambitious, uninhibited girl stripping and sexing for the movie camera.

Stacy's only scene was the orgy, filmed on the last day of the six-day schedule. It took the entire day, some nine hours of shooting altogether, and every muscle in the girl's body ached. Her bit had been a demanding one – to be screwed from the rear by a big-cocked stud while she took turns munching on Ellen Pascoe's pussy and the mouth-filling rod of a well-known porno actor. But her part wouldn't compare to Connie's own job in that color sexorama. Stacy had watched, scarcely believing her eyes, as her mother engaged simultaneously with three men – one cock in her mouth, another in her cunt, the third reaming into her asshole. It had been done before in porno films, but rarely with the enthusiasm Connie's character displayed. If that hot foursome didn't give a hard-on to every man who saw it, well, nothing would.

Stacy took an immediate liking to Ellen Pascoe. She knew from her mother that the young actress was lesbian by inclination, and so she took extra care to use her mouth suggestively during their scene together. Ellen responded well. Stacy had felt the twitter of a mini-cum rippling through Ellen's vagina as she licked and sucked it, and when Ellen invited her to come by that evening for some drinks and conversation, Stacy said yes.

Ellen lived in a rundown building on the Lower East Side, just outside the East Village area. She'd decorated her apartment in early thrift shop, but it was homey and comfortable. On one wall was a large, blown-up color photograph of two women kissing passionately. The colon were muted and romantic, the bodies bare and beautiful, and Stacy found it marvelously appealing. Mast of her best times had been with girls, she thought as Ellen poured two Ripples on the rocks. She didn't dislike men – they could be fun at limes – she simply preferred women. Soft bodies, firm breasts, neat clean pussies – those were what made life worth the living.

"I was really terrible, wasn't I?" she asked Ellen as she took the glass of Ripple. Their fingers touched for a moment and Stacy felt a ripple of sorts in her body as well as in her glass.

"No," Ellen lied enthusiastically. "I thought you were pretty good. Especially when you wiggled your tongue…"

"I meant," Stacy cut in, "that I was terrible as an actress."

"In this racket," Ellen replied, "it's not how well you can act – it's how you do the act. I'm not making any competition for Ellen Burstyn, but I have more work than I can handle. So to speak." She giggled. "Tell me about yourself. You're new and interesting. This was your first gig, wasn't it? Where do you come from, and what got you into the world of X?"