In Her Place

My daughter turned 18, and started getting into pornoGraphic movies, on the net.

Stressing the Graphic part, ever since I walked in on her in the living room. She was alone with the house to herself, but she’d ordered sex toys as well, and she had one of the videos up on the big screen. She stopped it, ashamed of herself immediately.

“Mom, you’re home early.” I just shook my head, and held my breath, but the stink of sex was all over the house. She gathered up her things, and went to take a shower, but I saw the tattoo she’d gotten on the small of her back.

The video was paused, but the same tattoo was right there onscreen. Alone with a penis, wrapped in a condom. Thank god, but sticking out of the wrong hole. I knew that she was sexually active, and had been for a couple years.

Ever since she started driving, she came home disheveled, and I found stains on the back seat. Used condoms under the passenger seat, and more signs that my little girl was no longer a virgin.

I braced myself, and clicked on the trackball. Hovering over the pause button in the corner, watching the impressively endowed man sinking into her bowels so hard that her buttocks flattened with every thrust.

Then, the camera switched to another view. Another man under her, and 3 more lined up in front of her. On the end of the bed, and hanging off, so she could stroke one in each hand while the one in the middle pumped in and out of her mouth.

Mine was hanging wide open at this point, and it wasn’t until drool ran down my chin that I realized it. Finally, she came out in a towel for her laptop, but only after the man behind her pulled out of her asshole, and dropped the rubber to ejaculate on her back.

She was just getting down on the foot of the bed, for them to surround her. The cameramen kept switching PoV, but before more ejaculations covered her face, shoulders, and chest, she closed the laptop.

“Honey, who’re all those men?”

“I don’t know, most of them. Porn stars?” I nodded, dumbfounded, and not knowing how to feel about this revelation.

“How could you?”

“What, are you kidding? Don’t act like you’re not burning up from watching that, or you weren’t imagining yourself in my place.”

I shook my head, realizing I hadn’t. “No, I couldn’t.” Even imagine myself, “Pleasing 5 men at once?”

She laughed, “8. That’s my personal record, but it was 8 on 1.” She bragged.

“Well, I suppose they only fit in 5 at a time,” but towards the end there. I hadn’t bothered to count, but I remembered more standing, and walking around in the background. As the cameramen switched PoV, or came around for a better angle, they walked around the bed in the center of the room. Their erections, rubber clad, and bare swinging around.

Finally, she took her computer up to get dressed, and when her father got home, he smelled it in the air. I didn’t have to the heart to tell him that it wasn’t me, or at least it wasn’t all me. He hit the roof when she got the tattoo, of course he had no idea about the sex toys, let alone the sex tapes, group sex, and sodomy, but he gave me a good pounding before dinner.

Then, the next morning I felt his erection under the covers, but I’d known for years that this was a good time for him. He liked wakeup sex, and slipping under the covers to get him wet in my mouth. It was dark, and since she said it. I was beginning to find it easier to imagine myself in her place.

8 men? 8 of them, all porn stars, or at least 6, and 2 cameramen. I’m no fan, let alone connoisseur of blue movies, but that didn’t look like an amateur operation to me. It wasn’t only the professional camera work, and the lighting, but who else puts a king sized bed in the center of the room. With nothing around it, except for 8 naked, and horny men? My little girl had grown up, fallen in with pornographers, and I sniffed when a tear rolled down my cheek, under the covers.

“Oh, honey.” My dear husband mussed up my hair under the covers, and took a deep breath. Grunted, and filled my mouth with his love seed, but when he started, I pulled the covers back, and held it up to my face. I never tried it, I never actually considered wearing it on my face. It was hot, and sticky. I could smell it, and the aftertaste cling to my mouth when he gasped, and went flaccid in my grip. I kissed it, and rolled the last of it around on my tongue.

“How do I look?” I smiled when he blinked, and looked down.

“You’re a wreck, you better take the shower first, and get cleaned up.”

“Hm.” I looked at myself in the mirror. He didn’t say it, the truth. I looked like a porn star, with only one load on my face, but with that? “Yeah.”

I could imagine myself in her place. Maybe not 8 men, 8 men? I was almost reluctant to wash it off, but I could consider, perhaps 2? One in each end, but they don’t insist you perform sodomy, do they? I suppose if it’s more than 2 men, they’re going to find the third hole.

Warren would never go for it, he’s not that sort of husband. You know, the kind that wants to see his wife with another man. That means cheating of course. I’m thinking about cheating on him, for the first time, in 20 years of marriage.

Then, I started thinking about it, a lot. I had to talk to her about what she’d done, to be sure that her father never found it on her computer.

“Oh, mom. I don’t keep stuff like that on my computer, and he’s never going to find it on the web.”

“So, you keep it on the cloud?” Whatever that means, but I do know that cloud storage is supposed to be secure.

“No, mom. They have websites, I even made a little money for school at it.” She took a deep breath, and sighed. “Huh, I know you’re disappointed in me, and this isn’t what you want.”

“I don’t know.” I finally admitted, out loud. “8 men?” I shook my head. “I doubt that I could handle 8 of them all at once.”

She laughed. “So, you have thought about it.”

“Myself, in your place?”

She giggled, “I didn’t think I could do it either, but I found that it was easy. You don’t have to do much. Honestly, they do all the heavy lifting, but I didn’t start off with 8 men.”

“So, you have done, other movies?” I hadn’t seen them yet, because I didn’t know where to look. I suppose that means it is unlikely for her father to stumble on them at random. Does he even search for pornography when I’m not around to satisfy his sexual needs? If course, he must, he’s a grown man, but just ad that to the list of things I’d never considered before.

“Of course.” She held back a pinky. “First they do a casting couch scene, but it’s just an act. They don’t even show you the fake casting office until after you sign all the paperwork.”

“Really? Then, how did you get in contact with them without a talent agency?”

“They just came to my school with a camera crew, and asked the coeds whether or not we wanted to make a movie? That’s how those Girls Gone Wild movies get made, but this is a whole nother company.” Our conversation was cut short, when I dropped her off at school, but that left me wondering, and each question she answered only brought up more for me to wonder about, but I wasn’t worried for her.

She took her laptop with her, to school. Of course, she needs it for her computer classes. She’s planning on becoming a graphics designer, or possibly making websites, I don’t know. Honestly, I can handle an email account, and a basic search. So, I started there, but searching for [My daughter is in pornography] yielded the wrong kinds of results.

Of course, I was looking for advice, from other parents that had to deal with their daughters getting into that profession before me. That just brought up Daughter Videos in Xvideos, and Stepdaughter… There was more of that than I ever expected, a lot more.

Step daughter videos, with her step father, or her step mother. Incest, though not really incest. If you think about it, step-father means that her mother was divorced, and remarried. Her step-father, he wasn’t her real biological father, but he didn’t handle it as well as I did.

Finding his little girl, in bed, with her phone, and a vibrator…

I was afraid to watch the step-mother ones. Not because they were homosexual, but I was afraid that if I did, when I closed my eyes, and the rapture hit, it wouldn’t be Cory Chase on top of her. It would be me, and when she turned to look back, it would be my daughter under me. Quivering, and sucking at my fingers with her hungry cunt.

Her tramp stamp tattooed across her back. Too late, once the thought was in there, it wouldn’t leave, until I climaxed. “Yeah daddy, fuck me daddy, yeah!”

“Huh!” I wiped my fingers off on my apron, and picked up the track ball, to [x] out the sick incestuous video, but not before I saw how hard he was pounding her young petite body. I even felt a stab of jealousy for her.

“Daisy Chainz, really?” I shook my head, and sighed. “Surely, she can come up with a better stage name than that!”

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