An adult stories – The Porn Star Next Door Ch. 09 by SteveWallace,SteveWallace Chapter 9 – EngagementFriday, late afternoon, Lindsay arrived. I picked her up at the airport and she was all over me with a lot of PDAs right beside the luggage carousel in the terminal building as we waited for her giant backpack to appear. I brought her home to my apartment, explaining about what Greg and Sandy were going through with their parents as part of a ruse to deflect their thinking away from anything incestuous between them.
Sarah didn’t get home from work until nearly seven o’clock. She was having some sort of financial crisis at Jaycor and had a long work session rather than calling people in to work over the weekend. She found Lindsay and me on her sofa making out, but we both turned our attentions on her and gave her a heavy dose of love,
Sarah, Lindsay, and I went to a late dinner at Patrick’s. I got my hit of red meat for the day, and then we went home and I think I made the two of them happy with lots of loving, orgasms, and sex play. Lindsay told us about her recent filming endeavors using crude terms that she knew would excite us — me more than Sarah.
We ran on Saturday morning, but in deference to Lindsay, we trimmed the run to eight miles at a slower pace than Sarah and I normally did. I loved that Sarah enjoyed the long runs. I loved everything about Sarah. Just thinking about her made my heart beat faster and made all sorts of love chemicals and hormones explode in my body.
We stopped for breakfast at The Station again. After some talk about the sights that we’d passed during the run, Lindsay turned to her sister, “Hey, sis. The studio guys want me to make you an offer you can’t refuse to come down to Miami and make a movie and two shorts. One week of work for $12,000.”
Sarah shot me a glance and then said to Lindsay, “You know I’m not in that business any more. Tell them that I appreciate the generous offer, but I have a new life that doesn’t include that stuff regardless of the pay. Attractive offer, though.”
Lindsay gestured at me, “They said that if you had a boyfriend, you could bring him and they’d put him in the films. One grand a day for him.”
Sarah kept shaking her head. “No, no, no. I’m not even tempted.”
“Why?” Lindsay asked.
Sarah looked at me but talked to her sister. “I had a good run at the porn, but when I looked around at the characters that I wanted with me the rest of my life, there wasn’t one — not one. The men were either sleazy assholes or just not my type, and unless there’s been some kind of time warp, they still are. I was in the business for over ten years and from year-to-year that opinion didn’t change. I did okay and made some friends, but nothing really long-term that was male.
“I saved up and invested my money. I’d had a lot of great advice, fortunately. Some of my escort clients were nice, but I know what I was to them — a pretty whore. I created a financial cushion and got an education. I decided to use the latter and get a job that will last me for a long time with people that I like.
“In the process, I moved into the right building and from next door met the most wonderful man in the world — Doug. He loves me and I love him with every fiber in my being. He’s even willing to allow me the freedom and flexibility to enjoy some other dick once in a while. Of course, I give him that same privilege, as you well know.” She grinned and giggled.
Sarah went on, “Any way, I am hoping that Doug will propose something permanent someday. Also, sometime soon, I’m going to have to meet his parents and pass muster as ‘acceptable’. To be honest with them, we’ve agreed that I’ll tell them about my past career rather than let them discover it some other way. They most likely won’t like it, but I hope they will tolerate me because it is in the past, because I dearly love their son, and because I have made what looks like a successful career transition. I don’t want to do anything that screws up that transition. I’ve promised myself.”
Lindsay grinned, “Good. I told them there was no hope, but I did say that I’d ask. I’m glad for you and your firm stance. Sometime soon, you’ll be my role model for quitting the sex industry. I’m also grateful to you for sharing Doug with me once in a while.” She leaned over on the sofa and kissed me. I kissed back.
I felt that I had to respond to what Sarah had said. I started slowly, organizing my thoughts as I started. “Sarah, I do want something permanent and long-term with you — like getting engaged and then married. Just to reiterate, what my parents say or don’t say about your past will have little bearing on us. I’m pretty sure they’ll ask a few questions, and then forget it; I think they’re pretty forgiving about that kind of stuff. Also, I don’t want to wait too long for us to change our status.”
Lindsay shot up and did a happy dance in place. “Yeah. If you’re going to propose, which you almost did. Will you do it while I’m here?” She looked hopeful.
Sarah and I laughed. I said, “Maybe.”
We introduced Lindsay to Tom and Marie — Greg and Sandy’s parents — at lunch the next day. We all behaved and didn’t do any revealing or teasing of note. Greg and Sandy’s parents had a late-afternoon flight north. Lindsay was staying for the week for some R&R from her fucking job — literally.
Sarah, Lindsay, and I took a long walk to dinner at the Cantina — a Tex-Mex place with good food, but loud entertainment. We were lucky enough to get a table on the far side of the restaurant away from the one-man band. He was making up for a lack of talent with volume.
Over dinner, I asked Sarah, “Do you think that it takes any of the luster and excitement away from a proposal if the couple have picked out the engagement ring ahead of time?”
Sarah grinned and shook her head. “In the interest of getting the right ring that’ll be on display on my finger for the next sixty years or more, I have to say no.”
I admitted that those were my feelings, too. I then asked, “Might you have some time this week to go shopping up in the Tampa jewelry district. Some of my co-workers suggested that was the best place in the state to buy a diamond. I assume you want a diamond?”
Sarah laughed, “A girl’s best friend, you know.”
“How about Wednesday afternoon?”
“Yes. I’ll move whatever I have to for these life-changing moments.” She smiled.
I said to Lindsay, “As much as this has to do with Sarah and me, you are welcome to come with us. And just so you all know, after we pick a ring, I will then wait for an appropriate occasion to get down on bended knee and formalize things.”
Sarah acknowledged, “Great. My heart is already soaring with joy about our future together.” I could tell that she was walking about three feet off the ground and her smile lit up whatever room we were in. Lindsay looked very happy for her sister.
I was with the two of them that night, and did my best to make both of them happy and sexually sated. The next two days were a blur at work. I squeezed in some time with my A.I. software asking about diamonds and got a good education about the subject and about prices.
Wednesday, I collected Lindsay and Sarah at noon, and we drove the hour’s ride to Tampa, stopping for a fast-food lunch along the way. We went to four stores. By four o’clock, I had a blue velvet box in a small bag that contained a beautiful diamond ring — almost two carats, with two Baguettes on either side in an ornate platinum setting. Sarah was beside herself with expectation. She twitched for the entire ride back to Sarasota and kept looking at the bag that Lindsay was carrying as she sat in the backseat.
That night, I called home just after dinner to FaceTime with my parents. Sarah was with me and I introduced her to them as ‘the most special person in my life’. They’d heard me talk about her in other conversations, but this was the first face-to-face contact. Also, my father sometimes introduced my mother that way — ‘the most special person in my life’ — so they knew instantly that I was sending a coded message that we were quite serious about our relationship. Everyone was very polite. We did not mention Sarah’s porn and escort career.
After we ended the call, I texted my dad that I’d bought an engagement ring that afternoon and planned on popping the questions very soon. I also asked whether we could come and visit in about ten days for a three-day weekend.
I got back a huge smiley face and the invitation to come and to please bring Sarah. I told Sarah our plans and she got so nervous I thought she’d expire on the spot. Lindsay and I calmed her down with a massage and some herbal tea. Later, we calmed her further with two orgasms, one rendered by her sister and the other by me.
Friday night, the seven of us went out to dinner, and then had a really good orgy in Sarah’s living room. Both Jon and Greg wanted to nail Lindsay, and the feeling was mutual. Except for Sarah, the new members of our group were also curious about the Miami porn star, a.k.a. Sarah’s sister.
We happily played the rotation game, switching partners every five minutes. We were all naked, and after nearly an hour of fucking, every guy had had their cock in every female body at least a couple of times in different positions. One by one, despite efforts to extend, the male orgasms started to occur, and then there was licking and sucking of pussies, and then there were drinks and a refresh period.
When we were all back sitting around naked, kind of waiting for Round 2 to start, I got down on one knee in front of Sarah and proposed that we become engaged to be married. She squealed. I produced the ring box from under the sofa, and slipped the ring on her hand. It was a perfect fit. Duh!
There was laughter as everyone talked about how unconventional the proposal was. I was naked and so was Sarah; I’d just fucked Lindsay — my new fiancée’s sister; I had the juices from four women fresh on my cock; there were five other naked people in the room; we were all getting ready to fuck again; my new fiancée had cum or pre-cum in her pussy from the three men present, all whom were going to fuck her again over the next hour.
There was a period where the ring was the most important thing in the room, and then Sarah urged that we start Round 2. She went for me, but I knew that in our rotation Jon should be with her. I joined the two of them, and kissed Sarah and then gave her a wink. She was obviously thriving on how mischievously we were behaving as a newly engaged couple. God, she was sexy. I was engaged to the porn star next door!
Later, she said, “I wonder how many girls get proposed to and engaged while they’re in the middle of a group sex orgy?”
We repeated our seven-person orgy on Saturday night after spending the afternoon at the clothing-optional beach. I actually fucked her while we were at the beach and somewhat hidden by the other people in our group and two of our beach umbrellas.
Sunday, I dropped off Lindsay at the passenger terminal, and drove around to the other side of the airport. I spent the day there and took two flying lessons about two hours apart. In between the flying lessons, I had ground school, studying air traffic rules and FAA regulations. I’d missed a few weeks and my first lesson that day proved to me that I could easily get rusty about this hobby.
Sunday night, we were back in orgy mode, but being a night before a work day, the six of us didn’t go late, but we each got in some loving with every one of the opposite sex.
The week was unique in that I moved up, it seemed, in the eyes of my colleagues because I’d gotten engaged. I was aided in my new friendships by two photos that I’d taken at the beach, printed, and framed for my desk: one was a close-up of Sarah in her mini-bikini smiling at the camera, and the other was a photo of Sarah, Lindsay, Sandy, and Rachel in their bathing suits mugging for the camera with Jon and Greg behind them with big smiles. There was a lot of flesh showing, and my work mates liked my selection of pictures. I think I had visitors to my cubicle just to gander another look at the pin-ups. To my knowledge, no one had recognized Sarah as Candy Sweet.
Sarah and I prepped all week to get ready for our trip to Charlotte, North Carolina, and then the drive west to my parents’ home. We were leaving Sarasota on a three o’clock flight, so the afternoon was blown. She was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs. I kept calming her.
She kept wanting to rehearse her ‘reveal’ about her past work in pornography, trying different approaches and talking about different levels of involvement. I urged her to tell the whole story and to not hold back. I didn’t like to receive information about a subject in dribs and drabs over days, weeks, or months, and I was sure my parents were the same way.
I reminded her that even if they didn’t love her, that I did and that was all that counted. She, on the other hand, wanted a nice ‘daughter-in-law’ relationship with them. Since her own family had fallen apart with absentee and uncaring parents much of the time, she wanted something more substantial in her adult life.
My parents had a house on a small man-made lake. Both of them worked near Charlotte: mom as a part-time paralegal and dad as the owner-manager of an independent motel at one of the exits off Interstate 85 — a short distance from the house. They were both in their early fifties and going strong. Mom did yoga and dad was a jogger, like me. I think both of them weighed about what they did in high school; a healthy life style was important to each of them.
We arrived at the house just after six o’clock. There were welcoming hugs and kisses, and Sarah and her new engagement ring then got all the attention. I was pleased how the fawned over her. She easily responded about how we met: moved in next door to Doug and then we found out that we were both serious joggers and so we started to run together, which led to coffee together, which led to more talking and then dates. Sarah kept her descriptions G-rated.
My mother, Dot, made a point of getting Sarah to call her Dot or Mom. My dad went along with that with her as Jim or Dad. They were pretty informal about this kind of thing. I’d even called my mother Dot sometimes as I grew up. The both had a young attitude about life and other people.
My mom must have come home early from work, because she had major inroads made into a scrumptious dinner for the four of us — a pot roast, but with all the trimmings. Sarah expressed her pleasure and wanted to help, but there wasn’t much to do.
Dad got us some wine, and we sat around in the kitchen-family room area talking about the Florida weather, our flight, and other topic-neutral material. Sarah had a cocktail napkin in her hands and was slowly turning it into confetti as she twisted, turned, and tore the paper in her hands. She was nervous. The moment of TRUTH was rapidly approaching.
I caught my father more than once staring at Sarah and taking in her charms. She hadn’t dressed provocatively, but she was always appealing in whatever she wore. She truly was one of the most beautiful women that I’d ever seen.
About seven-thirty, we sat down to eat, starting with our salads. The conversation stayed light. Eventually, Mom took us onto dangerous ground as far as Sarah was concerned. “In our video call, you said you were the head of finance and accounting for a company that builds boats?”
Sarah talked about Jaycor, some of their spec products and also the custom-made larger boats that were nearly ocean liners and that cost many tens of millions. I could see the enthusiasm she had for the job. She told about part of her work in arranging financing and loans on the larger craft. Sarah was also talking at a rapid rate of speed, betraying to all of us that she was nervous about something.
Mom then asked a logical next question, “Who were you with before that; I guess even before you moved to Sarasota? Why’d you move with no job prospect?” I forgot that we’d mentioned those facts in our video call, but no one followed up on them.
Sarah took a sip of her wine — then took a huge gulp, and swallowed. She looked at me for support and I nodded and smiled at her. She said, “I was an actress in adult videos and movies. I lived in L.A. and then Las Vegas, but I wanted to leave that behind and start in a longer-lasting career and something more … socially-acceptable.” I could almost hear the ‘gulp’ she made after that statement. She looked around waiting for an explosion.
I think it took each of my parents a full sixty seconds to take in, evaluate, test, play back, and re-evaluate those sentences, retest, and then process what Sarah had said. My Dad did the follow-up question; “You mean porn?” His tone was pretty neutral. He cocked his head to one side, almost like a dog does when paying special attention to his master.
Sarah nodded and sat a little more erect and alert in her chair. This was her moment of truth. “Yep. Did it for over ten years. Paid for my college education and saved up a lot of money so that I could leave the industry with a healthy nest egg.”
She paused, and I could tell she decided to go for broke. “I also did some exotic dancing in a strip club, and was an escort; it was almost de rigour as a sex worker in the industry. One of my clients ran a hedge fund and helped me with budgeting and then investing early on. He had me buy into Bitcoin, Nvidia, and Apple and a few other stocks when they were dirt cheap and then had me sell out after they’d soared and leveled off. I do still have a diverse portfolio, however.”
Mom asked with real curiosity, “Exciting or a downer when you think back on all that?” The tone of her voice seemed to be on the edge of her own excitement. I did a double-take; she was happy at what Sarah had done. She smiled warmly at Sarah, so I knew this was going well. I wasn’t sure what Sarah thought.
Sarah thought for ten seconds, “Both. The sex and filming were exciting and so were the associated parties and real movie stars that I met. There is a rough edge where the actors in adult films do mix with actors in legitimate films. There were even a few cross-overs for some of the minor players.
“I also learned the downsides early on, not long after I started. There were a lot of drugs around back when I started. My roommate ODed and died. That was about eight years ago and I haven’t touched an illegal drug since that horrible day. I cried nonstop for a month. Ruby had been my anchor and she was gone. Other than that stuff, there was always the objectification of women, the subjugation, and stuff like that, but I honestly didn’t think much about that back then. It was part of the job, and I was getting about two-grand for a day or two of work, and that’s what mattered. Some weeks, I worked every day. One month I made over sixty-grand.”
After a sixty second silence, during which Sarah steeled herself for some kind of verbal onslaught, my father said in his neutral tone, “I’m glad you got out of the drug scene. That’s one thing that always scared me as Doug was growing up. Even as small a town as this is, we have a drug problem. The motel we own was a center for than before I bought the place. We cleaned up our image and do a lot of checking about what’s going on. I’m not averse to calling in the local police when I suspect something bad or nefarious is happening.”
My mother nodded, “I’m glad you left the drug scene, too. Dear, I feel like I want to ask you many questions about your past, but I’m so ill-informed about that segment of life that I don’t know where to start. Also, I don’t want to invade your privacy or embarrass you. I hope that when I do ask, if I’m on tender ground, that you’ll tell me to powder off in some way. You don’t need to be polite.”
Sarah eyes flared, and I took that to mean that she was surprised by their responses, or lack thereof. She said, “I don’t want to have secrets from you two, so if you think of something — anytime — just ask. I’ve long ago gotten over any embarrassment. My past did come out at work shortly after I started there as a temp and now I think everyone knows and it has ceased to be a big deal. I think most of our neighbors know, too. Some are not too happy about having somebody with my sordid past living there, but the others seem to have a ‘live and let live’ attitude.”
I teased, “Still other neighbors, however, are ecstatic about having Sarah nearby.”
After a pause, I said, “In the interest of keeping you informed, the two of us are also in an intimate relationship with five other people — some of whom are also neighbors in our condominium building. For us, ours will be the primary relationship, but we’ve agreed that our being with any of the others is okay, too. It’s a bit polyamorous, only we’re not all living together — just very close and loving to each other.”
Mom said in a jaunty tone, “Sexually?” This time there was some eagerness in her voice. She obviously wanted there to be sex involved between us and the unidentified others.
“Yes, but with strong and loving friendships involved. One of the other women has been living with Sarah and me for a few months — Rachel. She’s a sweetheart that we met while out to dinner and dancing one night. A couple — Greg and Sandy — lives in another unit in our building, and one man — Jon — is just buying a unit in our building to be close to all of us. He moves in this coming week. The last person, a woman, lives in Miami but visits frequently.”
Sarah volunteered, “That’s my younger sister Lindsay, who is still doing pornography only in Miami. By the way, I did not get her into the business. She did that all on her own. Lindsay is two years younger than I am, and I think she’s prettier and sexier.”
My mother asked with some concern, “Don’t you get stalked and hounded by men thinking that you’re available for sex?”
Sarah shook her head. “I got some of those looks at work when the revelation about who I had been first started in the rumor mill, but I think those have stopped. One guy went way over the line and got fired for sexual harassment. I’m ‘all business all the time’ there. As for the general public, I used a stage name — Candy Sweet. I don’t think a link to Sarah Carter has been made to the general public. My sister Lindsay’s alias is Lexi Staxxx with three x’s, and she hasn’t had any problems either.”
My dad made a statement that surprised me. “Many of the porn actresses in your age group appear with muscular males that could probably pummel the average guy into the ground with one finger. That’s got to be some kind of a deterrent, too — thinking you’ll just beckon one of them to the fore.”
I said, “All Candy and Lexi’s videos and movies are online on multiple websites.” I chuckled to myself. I could see my father making a mental note of those names. I would bet every cent I had that within a day or two he will have explored some of their videos.
After a further awkward silence, my father asked me about my work at CyberShield Security or CSS as a senior fellow. The discussion went on from there with Sarah and my mother being especially quiet and attentive. I could, however, almost smell my mother’s brain running in high gear with curiosity about Sarah’s old line of work.
I babbled on about machine learning in the area of threat intelligence, and the relevant algorithms involved. Later, I realized I was talking waaaaay over their heads, but everyone seemed interested at the time and glad to have a neutral topic being tossed out at the dining table.
After cleaning up from dinner, we all went to bed. Sarah and I made love and were very quiet and reserved. Fortunately, there was an ensuite bath off the guest room, which used to be my bedroom years earlier. Sarah was pleased that there hadn’t been any kind of upset about her past life or our current behavior.
The next day, Saturday, we had a pleasant breakfast that Sarah helped my mother prepare. Mom wanted to take Sarah shopping and they left after clean up. I noted that the two of them were talking together like long-lost friends.
My dad gave me an oblique look after they left, as we got our third cups of coffee. He said in jovial tone, “How much did you bet yourself that I’d look at a Candy Sweet video last night?”
I smiled, “About a zillion dollars. I gave you the most explicit instructions that I could about how to find her online short of actually typing the web address on your keyboard.”
He shook his head. “Sorry to objectify your new fiancée — and her sister, but … last night I took a look on my iPad. Christ, she is one hot babe — the hottest ever. So’s her sister. Are you sure you’re all right with her background? And then I got to wondering more about the other five people that you said you’re involved with. Was that at Sarah’s instigation? Is the relationship shaky because of the diversity?”
I smiled, glad that he cared for my future and sanity. “Am I all right with Sarah’s past experiences in porn? Yes. We’ve talked about it extensively, and also watched most of her videos together. I know she is a lot more experienced than I am, and I worried that I’d be seriously inadequate for her. She tells me that I’m a great lover, and that the important ingredient in how she views our sex is not the sex, but the love she feels for me and that I feel for her. We are emotionally involved together, and she wasn’t with any of her actor friends.
“I got concerned about her having fucked nearly two-hundred hunky guys that probably live in a gym as well as some sugar daddies that bought her as an escort.” I was going for embarrassment of my dad, “She pulled up her skirt upon reciting that statistic one time, and asked me to examine her pussy. She teased, ‘Do you see any evidence of the two-hundred number? Am I loose? Are my labia unusually floppy or swollen? Am I discolored in some way? Is my vagina distended or huge?’ She went on and on teasing me. I had to admit that I didn’t see any evidence of any particular number of sexual liaisons from zero to two-thousand or more.”
My dad was blushing. While he’d given me the facts of life and dating talks over the years as I was growing up, we normally didn’t talk about sexual things in the family.
I went on, silently laughing to myself about my dad’s obvious discomfort, “I decided that I would only ever be the beneficiary of Sarah’s experience. I loved her and that had to include her past. At first, I had to kind of force myself to ignore that aspect of her life, but then I realized it just didn’t matter. I accepted it all. To tell the truth, I normally don’t think about it that much anymore except to maybe tease her now and then. She wants to leave that behind, and as recently as a week ago turned down a lucrative offer to return and do another video series. She’s out of that business and I support her. I’d support her either way, in fact.
“We did get wrapped up in her past again, because we needed to tell you and mom. We didn’t want to get deep into our relationship and then have you find out in some way and cause an even bigger scene.”
My dad nodded in both understanding and satisfaction.
I added, “As for the five others that we are involved in, I feel like I have real friends for the first time in my life. Lindsay is Sarah’s sister and I know that she loves me, too. She’s gone back to college in Miami while she continues in porn, and I think she’s using Sarah as a role model for how to build a nest egg, leave the industry, and get into a more open and socially-acceptable career. I’m ready to help her, too.
“Rachel is a year older than me and a hot little number all by herself.” I pulled out my phone and showed my dad the picture of the four women at the beach that was also on my desk: Sarah, Lindsay, Rachel, and Sandy, in their nearly non-existent bathing suits. “She latched onto us, and then surprised herself by getting sexual, initially with Sarah and me. She loves us, but has always known that she was not going to be my primary lover. I think my engagement to Sarah made that more obvious to her, but she loves us none the less. I think she’ll eventually bond more with Jon since he’s all but single. She’s very supportive and accepting of all of us, but still a sexual relationship. Just to cap that off, she’s been sleeping with us in Sarah’s large bed.
“Jon is relatively new to our group, and is near the end of a divorce from his ex, up in New York. From his description of his ex-wife, she’s mentally unstable, but I think that’s behind him now. He’s open-minded, loves all of us, is a devout non-monogamist, and is going out of his way to fit in well. He may become my best male friend along with Greg. They’re both handsome men and the girls all love them.
“Greg and Sandy have been a couple for nearly fifteen years. You’ll note that they’re both about nearly thirty, so that tells you how long ago they fell in love. They have a unique problem that we others are helping them out with, and we’re all the beneficiaries of their openness and love.”
“Why’s that?” dad innocently asked.
“Not to be repeated, but they’re brother and sister. They needed partners of the opposite sex that they could display to their family to disperse any notion that anything illegal or immoral was happening. Jon recently played the boyfriend role with Sandy, and Rachel is acting as the serious girlfriend with Greg. They’re all sexually open with us, as we are with them. I also don’t see that as eroding any part of what Sarah and I have together. There’s no jealousy about any of what goes on.”
My father shook his head. “I grew up in the wrong generation,” he muttered. He posed, “From the way you speak, it sounds like you often all get together … sexually?”
I nodded, “We do. It’s been two or three or more times a week, usually all weekend. We’re pretty spontaneous, but we do non-sexual things, too. Without a medical diagnosis, we’ve decided that we’re all hypersexual without it being dysfunctional to our day jobs.”
I paused and changed the topic, “Now, about that old car you drive. When are you going to get a new one with the latest safety features?” Nothing more was said about Sarah or the group at that point. Dad and I eventually went for a ten-mile jog, and then went over to the motel where I helped him with some repair jobs and a little painting.
My mom and Sarah didn’t get home from their shopping expedition until late-afternoon. They had a dozen shopping bags, some from some pretty upscale shops. Sarah gave me a wink and said, “Your mom is so generous. I think she wanted a daughter rather than you, and I’m the beneficiary.” I got a big grin and a promise for a fashion show later.
When we were alone for a few moments, Sarah whispered, “Your mother found all those questions that she couldn’t think of last night. I’ll tell you later. We had a looooong discussion about my work in the sex industry.” She snickered, and added, “Unless I miss my guess, we are both really horny about now.”
Mom claimed she was tired and wanted to lie down. Apparently, my dad got signals that was a good idea and applied to him, too; so the two of them went off to their bedroom. Sarah and I went for a brief walk around my old neighborhood.
As soon as we got outside the house, Sarah started to chuckle. She said, “Your mom would have done porn if she’d discovered it when she was eighteen. She’s had a high functioning libido since she was a teen — she’s horny ALL the time, she told me.”
“WHAT?” I squawked. “What’d she say?”
“She didn’t but I figured that out by other comments and the depth and enthusiasm of her questions. She started by wanting to know how I got into the porn industry. I explained about my friend, and how I slid right into that line of work, especially being so sexually active at that age. I told her that I lied about my age, too. I confessed to being a wild child in my teens, and not really having any parental input.
“She then wanted to know what I thought when I did my first ‘fuck video’ — those were the words she used.”
I stated, “I have never heard my mother use fuck in a sentence, as well as a much longer list of cuss and sexual terms. I’m aghast.” I tried to look shocked.
Sarah said, “I told her how it was kind of hot, and how much I liked being filmed as I was being fucked. I told her I loved being an actress and that it all felt so normal. Somehow, it came out that I liked to have my mouth and face sprayed with cum after being fucked royally. I swear she got turned-on by just that fact alone. She asked about men’s sizes and stamina.
“We talked about how I learned to give world-class blowjobs and deep throat. She knew about those because she asked me about them rather than me doing a revelation. She wanted to know whether I had to learn special skills about having sex — fucking. She wondered whether the cameras bothered me or got in the way? Was I ever self-conscious? Did I feel that I needed to be courageous or submissive? Heck, she knew about Dom-Sub behavior and we talked about some films I’d done in both roles.
“She confessed that last night, she and your father had watched several of my shorter videos and one of Lindsay’s. She didn’t say anything, but I think they were fucking as they watched. I think that I turn them on something fierce.
“She had me talk her through a complete movie, from how and when I first heard about the opportunity, to auditioning, the script, to shooting the scenes, and then even doing the fill-in pieces after the editors were working on the video. I told her about fucking on the casting couch, and I swear she almost had an orgasm.
“She wanted details about how I did personal appearances to promote the movie at adult stores and strip clubs, and that got us talking about stripping in between my doing videos, and that, in turn, led to me telling her details about being an escort. Oh, my God, she made me talk about how I marketed myself, how I got escort clients, and then what we did. I told her about the long weekend in Cabo and I think she actually had another little orgasm. I told her about the older guy that was the hedge fund manager, and I think she wanted to replace me in his bed. She asked about my ‘walk of shame’, except I disappointed her because I never had one. I was always proud of myself and what I’d earned.
“You mom was surprised about how monetary I’ve been the last eight years, and then I told her about how much money I’d generated with my investments. She was blown away.”
I said, “That reminds me, when we do get married you need a pre-nup agreement to protect that money and those investments. And, no, I am not treating our nuptials as a short-term relationship. I hope it lasts forever, but others have said the same thing and yet their marriages failed in some way. Let’s be realistic about this.”
I then got to laughing. I asked, “Does my mother know all your secrets?”
Sarah chuckled, “I think so. I held nothing back. You said that it was better that they knew now than find out later. She was so easy to talk to. If anything, I shared too much detail. She seemed to love it though. I’m sure she’ll ask me to tell her more. I even told her about a couple of the cocks and how big they were, and stuff like that. I bet she’s raping your father right now.”
“Let’s go back. I need time with you and they’ll be at least another hour.”
We made a lot of noise when we got back to the house. If anyone was awake, they knew we were home. Mom and dad didn’t come down for another hour. I think they did get in a nap. Ha! Sarah and I got in some loving, too.
My mom and dad came to me separately when they could catch me alone and each told me that they thought that Sarah was wonderful, walked on water, and was the perfect wife for me and girl for the family. Although we weren’t even married yet nor had specific wedding plans, mom hinted about grandchildren. My dad reminded me that I had become engaged to the hottest and sexiest woman on the planet. Sarah blushed, but sat in his lap and gave him a solid kiss on his cheek that made him blush.
I felt vindicated in that I’d chosen the right girl, or she’d chosen me, or whatever it was that made our two hearts beat as one. I was telling Sarah that I loved her at least once an hour if she didn’t beat me to it first. Mom called us ‘cute’.