D Abby - The juvenile casting couch

"Oh, Aunt Mary, you're up early."

Alice sits down opposite him and crosses her legs. Her gown separates and rides up her legs. Jamie looks at her and blushes. He moves his book over his lap.

"Is something the matter, Jamie?"

Jamie looks confused and turns his eyes away.

"Uh, please close your gown, Aunt Mary, I can't help it but it does things to me."

Alice spreads her legs a little farther.

"Jamie, look at me. Don't you like what you see?"

"Gees, yeh. But it makes me want to do things. Things that aren't nice."

"That's natural when you see a nice looking lady, Jamie. And the only reason those things aren't nice is the way you've been taught to think of them."

Jamie slowly turns back to look at Alice and blushes again. Alice gets up, moves to Jamie's couch pulls him up and kisses him.

"There doesn't that feel good?"

"But it's not nice!"

"Why not, Jamie?"

"You're my aunt!"

"And you're my nephew and I love you."

"But it's wrong to think the things that I'm thinking about an aunt."

"Why? I think the same things about you. I want to do those things with you. Don't you want to do them with me?"

"But, but, I've never done anything like that before. I've never even seen a girl down there. I wouldn't know how to begin or what to do. I'm scared!"

"Don't let that bother you. Come with me."

Alice leads Jamie back through the interior door.

"Cut, can it. That was marvelous, Pat. I can't wait to see it."

"Uh, Sue."

"Yes?"

"Your last line isn't right."

"Okay, it seems that you're the expert on this. What should I say?"

"Something about my instinct will tell me what to do and that you can cure my not having seen a girl down there."

"Damit, you're right. Sean turn that camera on again. We'll take it from 'I've never done anything'."

"But, but, I've never done anything like that before. I've never even seen a girl down there. I wouldn't know how to begin or what to do. I'm scared!"

"Jamie, you would be surprised at what you know how to do. Let your instinct guide you, you'll do all right. As far as never having seen a woman down there that's the easy to cure. I haven't got anything on under this dressing gown."

Mary leads Jamie back through the interior door.

"Cut, can it. Sean, give up. Your son's doing a better job than you are with this script. Let's get that tape on the video. I can't wait to see it."

Robin had made herself scarce to let the three of them work. It was one o'clock and she returned to make sure her men got something to eat. She arrived in time to see the tapes. Pat hadn't seen the first tape either so they took it from the top.

Robin sat there with her mouth hanging open swinging her head back and forth between the screen and her adolescent son. She didn't believe what she saw. Pat really wasn't playing at being Jamie, he was playing himself as he would react in the same situation. This wasn't her son she was watching on the TV. It was an accomplished actor.

Pat was fascinated with the video, the situations sure worked the way his seduction by Anne had. His prick got hard watching the tapes. Each time he saw the tapes he got embarrassed and he blushed again.

Sue and Sean watched the tapes again. The four of them watched the tapes three more times before Robin insisted that they stop for lunch. Sue hugged and kissed Pat again when they got up after turning off the TV. It made Pat's prick hard but Sue didn't play any games this time.

The conversation over lunch was heated. Sue insisted that all the scenes between Alice and Pat had to be rewritten. Sean claimed that the director would never stand for it. Sue asked for a compromise. She would stay on over night even though they had done what they intended to do. She and Pat would ad lib each of the scenes between the two of them. Sean would tape them. They would see how they worked.

Pat found it was hard work. The rest of the scenes didn't go as smooth as the first two. He didn't have as much background to work with. In some of them he would get half way through and not like what he was doing at all. He would stop and they would have to start again. Pat was surprised that neither Sue nor Sean was annoyed when he stopped a scene.

They questioned him closely and wanted to know what he didn't like and why. Sometimes he couldn't even tell them that. The words just felt wrong and Sue and his father accepted that too. Less frequently Sue or Sean would stop a scene and explain what was wrong and they would have to go through it again.

They worked till eight and Robin insisted that was all for the day. She prepared dinner and Sue and Sean bubbled through the meal. They never thought things would go like this. They weren't changing the plot but they were rewriting the script. Everything they did seemed perfect. Right after dinner they had to go over all the tapes again. Sean had to rewrite the script to match the way they had been played.

Pat fell asleep watching the replays. He was exhausted from the intensity of the day's work. Robin insisted he go up to bed. Pat undressed and tumbled into bed. It was so late that he'd missed the nightly show with Sarah. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Pat woke up in the midst of the best wet dream he'd ever had. His cock was being sucked. He didn't know what that would feel like when he had his last wet dream. He arched his hips off the bed and pushed his prick into the sucking mouth.

The mouth pulled away and a tongue ran around the head of his prick. He tried to push his prick up into the mouth again but it moved down to lick his balls. This wasn't a dream! Someone was sucking his cock! He spread his legs and sighed.

Wait a minute, he was in his own bed! This wasn't Anne! It wasn't Sarah! He opened his eyes. Sue Charmin was sucking his cock! Wow!

"Sue!"

Sue got into the bed with him. She didn't have anything on. He could feel her tits press against him and her cunt hair tickle his prick.

"Sh, quiet. You didn't think I would tease you like that and leave you hanging, did you? You know you told me to put up or shut up when you jammed your prick into my crotch. I'm taking you up on your promise."

"You want to do things with me?"

"You bet! Those lines you were using? You weren't making them up out of thin air. Those things happened to you including the 'I'm scared' line and the 'You'll know what to do' line, didn't they?"

"Well, not exactly but pretty much. Uh, Sue?"

"Yes?"

"You know I want to do things with you. I can't believe that you want to do them with a kid like me. How come you do?"

"You're the sexiest little fucker that I've run across in a long time. Even if you weren't, the way you turned on to me when I was teasing you was enough to make me horny. I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'm going to suck your cock right now and I want you to fuck me. Have you ever lapped a cunt?"

"Uh, yeh, I'd love to lap your cunt. The night I found out you were coming here I jerked off thinking about doing that to you."

"I wasn't mistaken. You know exactly what you're doing. And now that we're alone, you use the right words to describe it. Good! I'll bet you didn't use those words when you were talking with your father. I'm going to give you the best blow job you ever had then you can lap my cunt while you get another hard on. It shouldn't take long for a young fellow like you to get hard again."

"After that you'll fuck me, then we'll see what happens and ad-lib. This will be a first for me, I've never laid anyone your age before. The nearest I've come is a sixteen years old and I was a kid then myself. This is going to be fun."

Sue was well into her thirties although she didn't admit it. She was a highly sexed woman who lived in the sex charged movie environment. She considered sex an art and she was going to show how good an artist she was with this twelve year old adolescent.