Chapter Eighteen

"Melissa ..."

Mrs. Thomas hesitated. She was clearly trying to measure her words. She held her head in her hands for a few moments as if to get control of herself.

"Why did you come home?"

I couldn't look at her. I just stared off into the backyard.

"I have to know," I angrily stated.

"Know what?"

I looked at her in exasperation. She knew why I was here. I think she finally realized just how angry and determined I was.

"You know nothing good can come from this, don't you?"

"I'd know."

"Yes, you'd know. But at what price? Are you just going to barge into their bedroom?"

"I'm going to find out if Sarah is with them."

"Then what happens?"

"They ... they get mad at me, I guess."

"Oh, they will get very mad with you. There likely will be a lot of yelling and harsh words back and forth."

I looked out into the yard again.

"So, you'd know. What if she isn't up there with them?"

She paused a moment. The answer was obvious. They'd be mad at me all the same. They'd yell at me, and ground me for life.

"You and your mom don't communicate very well."

It wasn't a question.

"Do you think what you're doing would help change that?"

"No," I relented.

She took my hand in hers.

"Your parents love you very much. Your mom loves you with everything that she is. I know it. She's just ... well, too much like you."

"Huh?"

"She doesn't communicate well with her own parents, especially her mom. She never has."

"But she's the one not talking to me!"

"It takes two to talk. It only takes one to start a talk though. Have you tried to talk with her about any of this? Seriously try talking to her? Not just beating around the bush hoping to get to what’s on your mind, but actually talk to her?"

"No, but I have asked Mrs. Clark ..."

"Mrs. Clark is not your mom."

I sighed.

"So, you came here to find out if Sarah is in bed with your parents?"

I nodded.

"If she is, can you live with that knowledge?"

"Given everything else I know ..."

"Do you really know anything? You only suspect something, right?"

I shook my head slowly in anger. I was tired of this game of misdirection. No one wanted to be straight with me.

"She's up there with them," she bluntly said.

Huh?

"She spent the night with your parents. She's probably lying naked between them in their bed right now. They probably had sex until very late. They'll probably have sex when they wake up. Your father may be fucking her now. If you kissed your mom's lips right now, you'd taste Sarah's pussy ... and vice versa."

What do I say to that?

"Sarah's been having sex with your mom and dad for awhile now."

"How long?"

"Your mom seduced her not long after Colleen seduced you."

"And my daddy?"

"I'm not sure about the timing, but he probably took her virginity about the same time Bob took yours."

Now I knew.

"So, knowing what you now know, do you still want to break into your own house?"

"No," I softly said.

I pondered how to ask the obvious next question.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You were going to find out this morning. One way or another. This way, you don't further hurt what is already a bad situation between you and your parents. Not talking."

"We'd be in a big fight right about now."

"Yep."

"Sarah would even be mad at me. I'd probably have pissed her off ... and lost my best friend."

"A real possibility."

"I think Sarah has been wanting to tell me. I've wanted to tell her about me and her parents."

"Best friends usually don't keep things from each other for too long."

"Why couldn't you be my mom?"

She finally smiled. She put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me to her.

"If I were your mom, then I'd have to be your mom first, and your friend second. A close second, but still second."

She hugged me tighter.

"You have to help with second part though. It's not a one-way street. You can have a better relationship with your mom, but it won't ever be like it can be with us."

I stared out into the yard for a few moments. If nothing else came from this mess, I had a new best friend. She thought enough of me to rush to my house with only a bathrobe on. She had her own obligations to deal with. I wasn't one of them.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for church?"

"You're more important right now."

"I'm sorry I messed things up."

"I'm sorry you felt you had to do this, but we can try to change that."

"We?"

"Do you want me to be a friend?"

"You are my friend."

"Good. Because I feel the same way. Your mom and I have known each other a very long time. We've been close friends for years. We have our own secrets. One of them is very big."

Mrs. Clark had mentioned a big secret before. Was Mrs. Thomas part of that?"

"You're not going to tell me what it is, are you?"

"Can you keep a big secret?"

"I've got a few of my own."

"Then you understand why I can't just tell you."

I sighed in frustration.

"But I will tell you."

She almost laughed at my surprised look.

"But not here."

I then remembered we were sitting on my back steps, with her in a bathrobe. The neighborhood was still quiet, but it wouldn't be for long.

"How did you know I'd be here?"

"I'd just gotten into the shower when Maggie called, asking if I could get here quickly."

"I didn't think she would notice I was gone that fast."

"She was really concerned about you. She could see you were angry.

I grimaced remembering just how rude I'd been with her. I was sure I'd pay the price for that soon.

"When she went to check on you, you were supposed to be in the shower. Your missing clothes are what tipped her off."

I looked at her curiously, "Why were you taking another shower?"

"I smelled like sex. I didn't want to become the talk of the church, at least not for that reason. We should've had sex before we took the first shower," she nudged me.

"So, you're naked under ..."

She opened the bathrobe. Yep. She was naked.

"Oh, my gawd. I got you out here ... I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It's sorta fun being naked in your backyard," she said, throwing the bathrobe back off her shoulders, proudly showing off her breasts.

I quickly glanced around at the neighbors' houses. None of them had a direct view from any windows to where we were sitting. Showing my own daring, I pulled my top and bra off.

"It is sorta fun," I grinned.

"You know, if your mom were sitting here in the backyard instead of you, she'd have taken her clothes off too."

"Really? My mom?"

"Yes, your mom. I told you before that you two are a lot alike. You remind me so much of her when we were younger. I think that's partly why I like you so much."

I hugged her.

"Mrs. Thomas, I ..."

"Call me Doris ... when it's just us."

"Doris, I wish my mom and I were this close."

She hugged me again. I got the feeling she was thinking of how to try to make that happen.

"Let’s go to my house, before we get caught back here, and I do become the talk of the church."

I put my bra and top back on, and she re-tied her bathrobe. She helped me take the ladder down from the side of the house and put it back under the shed. I went out to the front yard to see if the coast was clear for her to make a dash to her car out at the street.

I motioned for her to make a run for it when I realized my bike was still in the middle of the front yard. I grabbed it to take it around back. We were both laughing at how silly the whole situation would look if anyone saw us. Once we were both finally in the car, she said,

"I don't have my license with me. If we get stopped, we're fucked."

"Go slow," I hypocritically advised, and began laughing at myself.

There were only a few cars out on the roads this time of the morning.

"No cops so far," she said.

I added, "It would be so wild to get stopped wearing nothing but your bathrobe."

"It would be even wilder wearing nothing," she retorted, untying the robe and pulling it open as far as she could until her breasts were revealed again.

"Oh, my gawd!" I yelled, looking all around for anyone who might see her.

"You're a crazy woman!"

"You ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetie," she winked at me, pulling her robe mostly closed.

We made it back to her house without seeing any cops, or anyone else. Her garage allowed us a way to slip inside without her neighbors seeing us. Her husband was at the garage door already dressed for church.

"Everything okay?"

She replied for both of us, "Everything is better."

Mrs. Thomas went to get her phone to call Mrs. Rayner. I suspected she was dying to know what happened.

Pastor Thomas asked, "Thirsty?"

"Yeah."

I followed him into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about all of this."

"I'm not. I have a beautiful girl in my kitchen."

I didn't feel beautiful. I gave him points for trying though.

He finished getting me a glass of water, "I'm glad you and my wife are getting close. She really cares about you ... and your mother."

Not being sure what to say to that, I took a very long sip from the glass.

Mrs. Thomas came into the kitchen with us. She was still in her bathrobe.

"You need to get going, Bradley."

I finally realized just how much I'd screwed up their morning big time.

"I'm sorry I messed things up."

Pastor Thomas replied, "My wife thrives on dealing with messes. You've probably made her day!"

We all laughed a little.

"I'm off to preach that sermon we talked about earlier ... well, not quite that one," he winked at me, heading to the kitchen door. "I'll call after the service," he said, and kissed his wife goodbye.

******

Mrs. Thomas led me into the family room. She then excused herself to go put something on. It was there that I finally recognized how different her home was compared to mine - no children. My first thought was that she'd have made a great mom.

I heard her voice calling me. I tentatively walked into her bedroom. I could hear the noise of the hair dryer from the adjacent bathroom. She poked her head out the door.

"Sorry, but I couldn't stand having wet hair any longer."

Not the bathroom again.

I stood in the doorway admiring her. She had taken off her robe. Her hair was almost dry. It flowed around her so elegantly. Her body was what I hoped mine would look like some day.

"I'm almost done. I got tired of being so wet."

I was getting very wet looking at her. Was I becoming a lesbian?

When her hair was dry, she turned off the hair dryer and reached for my hand, pulling me in front of her so that I was facing the mirror. She looked at my hair closely, and picked up a brush.

"I like your hair. You can wear it long or short and it looks great."

I enjoyed how she was taking time to make me feel special.

She put down the brush, stood behind me holding my shoulders while admiring her handy work. Catching me by surprise, she reached around to cup my breasts with both hands.

"I love the size of your breasts. They make you look so sexy."

"I wish they were a lot bigger."

"They'll get bigger. You'll probably be your mom's size. Her mom is about the same size too."

I loved the attention she was giving me. I didn't feel like she was trying to seduce me. I was already seduced. She knew it too.

We walked back into her bedroom so she could put on a sundress she'd gotten out to wear. She didn't bother with panties or a bra.

"I thought you were a nudist?"

"I am, but if I don't put something on, you'll end up naked too, and we'll have sex all day."

Smiling wryly, I boldly asked, "I don't understand the problem?"

She laughed, "You're a girl after my own heart. We can do that too, if you want. But I want us to talk for awhile. If we're naked, we're not likely going to be talking."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Me."

I looked at her unsure how to take that.

"And, no. I'm not that full of myself. But, I think you can learn a lot about your mom by learning about me."

Cool, but I'd rather we'd talked about the big secret she shared with my mom though.

"I guess you've figured out that I'm not the typical pastor's wife."

I almost said 'duh'.

"I'm a whole lot tamer now than when I was as a teenager. I lost my cherry when I was fifteen."

"I guess that makes me wilder than you."

"In some ways, yes. While I didn't fuck anyone until I was fifteen, I was giving out handjobs and blowjobs long before that. I never did anything with my brother though, or my two sisters who are older than him."

"So, you've never done incest?"

"I have, but I was older ... and it was different for me."

She saw my puzzled look.

"Patience, sweetie. I'm going to explain it. Let’s get something to drink first though. Hungry?"

I was. The toaster waffle at the Rayners wasn't going to cut it for much longer. We went into the kitchen and she started making us both an omelet.

"One piece of advice, Melissa. While there's nothing wrong with being a nudist, its taboo when you're cooking," she laughed.

"I don't cook."

"You'll want to know how before you go off to college or move out on your own. I didn't. I regretted not letting my mom teach me too. I was always too busy."

She finished the omelets and we ate at the kitchen table. It gave us both some time to catch our breath and relax from everything that had happened that morning.

When we were through, she put the dishes in the sink and said she'd take care of them later. I followed her back into the family room and we sat on the couch together. She sat facing me with her legs tucked under her. I followed her lead.

"Melissa, what we talk about today can't leave this house."

"I know how to keep a secret."

"You've learned a lot of things over the past few days. You've learned those things in most cases by accident though."

"I do seem to be accident prone," I meekly said.

"There's a lesson for all of us to learn. For example, there was no excuse for that side gate to be unlocked like that. What if it had been someone other than you who saw what Julie was doing to Bradley?"

"It would've been bad."

"Very bad. Maggie and Kent apologized over and over for it being open like that. It was an oversight, but it was a huge one."

"I wouldn't have ever told anyone."

"I believe you. I think you know as well as anyone how important it is to be careful, maybe better than some who should know. That's why I'm going to tell you a lot of things about me. Things that could be used to hurt me badly if others found out."

"You haven't killed anyone, have you?"

"There was this one boyfriend ..."

We grinned at each other.

"With that said, I have some videos to show you, if you want to see them."

"Sure."

"Do you want to know who is in them?"

I nodded.

"Me ... being a slut."

Whoa.

"Still want to see them?"

"Sure," I tried to say as if it was no big deal. She smiled knowing I was dying to see them.

She jumped off the couch saying, "I'll be right back."

She left the room and came back within a minute carrying a large box.

"This is part of our porn stash," she grinned.

Part? She could've opened a store with what she had!

She looked through the box for a short time before pulling out a VHS tape that was in a case with pictures on it. It looked like a porn video you'd buy.

"Let’s look at this one first."

I was confused. I thought we were going to look at her in one of the homemade videos. She slid the tape into their VCR and grabbed the remote.

"Bradley and I need to figure out how to get these on DVDs sometime," she said more to herself than me.

The tape started playing as soon as she put it in. It was an older video. The case looked a little worn too.

"The beginning isn't all that good," she said as she began fast forwarding though the early parts. As the scenes flew by, the sex was just like what I'd expect in a porn movie.

She hit the play button again, "Here, watch this."

The scene had a girl probably about eighteen in it. She was with a guy who had a great body. He obviously worked out a lot.

Mrs. Thomas kept glancing at me as I watched it. The girl was riding the guy's cock while he was playing with her tits. The angle gave a clear view of the girl's face. Then it dawned on me what I was watching.

"That's you?!"

"Uh huh. Crappy scene, but that's me."

"You did a real porn video?"

"I did more than a real porn video. I did lots of them."

My mouth fell open in speechless shock. My pastor's wife was a porn actress?

"Wild, huh?"

"Fuck me!"

"That he did. Look at the size of his cock, sweetie."

Oh, my god. The man's dick was thick and long. And he was putting it to good use too.

"Listen to my moans. God, I hate this scene. This was one of the first I did. I needed moaning lessons."

"Wow."

"Kick in the head, isn't it?"

I just stared at the TV. Mrs. Thomas finally moved off of the guy. He stood up and jerked off until he spurted cum on her face and tits.

"Oh, my god," I breathlessly said.

"I told you that you hadn't seen nothin' yet," she said with a bit of pride.

She hit the pause button and turned back to me.

"So, what do you think of me now ... knowing I did porn like that."

"I never would've suspected. I can understand you not wanting anyone to know," I said. Looking at her again, I asked, "Does anyone know?"

"Those closest to me know ... like the Rayners, Walcotts, and your parents ... and a few others."

"Does anyone in your family know?"

"Yep. My uncle and aunt know," she said while hitting the eject button.

She got up and went back to the box and pulled out another VHS tape that was in a similar style case. She put it in the VCR and it started playing while she sat down.

"Here's another one with me. It's a little 'wilder'."

She fast forwarded through the early parts until it came to an orgy scene.

"See if you can pick me out," she grinned. She kept staring at me most of the time instead of at the TV. She was waiting for my reaction.

The camera focused on one small group of naked people having sex before moving to another ... and then another. It was a pretty big production.

"There you are," I said. I remembered her hair style from the first one. All the actresses were skinny, some with bigger boobies than the others. Most had long hair.

"That's me!"

She was getting fucked doggie style in this scene while several other girls were lying close to her making out. She was getting pounded by the actor, and she looked like she was really enjoying it too.

One of the actresses moved and started kissing Mrs. Thomas. It was pretty hot. The guy pulled out and started cumming on her ass. The girl who was kissing her moved down her body and licked the cum off of her butt cheeks. The girl finally moved directly behind her, moving her face until she was licking Mrs. Thomas' asshole.

I was aware Mrs. Thomas was watching me closely for my reaction.

"Have you ever done that?"

I nodded.

"She was pretty good. She'd had a lot of practice."

When the girl moved her face from Mrs. Thomas' ass, she hit the pause button again. She didn't say or do anything though. She looked at me, then looked back at the TV, and then back to me. I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say. I stared at the TV longer. Then I knew what she was waiting for.

"MOM?!"

I turned to look at Mrs. Thomas.

"My mother?!"

"I told you I was going to tell you our big secret."

"Fucking hell," I whined breathlessly.

My mom is in a porn movie! No frickin wonder she was afraid to talk to me about things!

"Things get a little more clear now, don't they," she stated.

I again whined breathlessly, "No shit." Why couldn't I breathe?

I was completely stunned. I wasn't sure what to think. My mom is a porn actress!

I looked at Mrs. Thomas, then back at the TV.

"My mom is a porn actress." I muttered, staring at the frozen image.

"Was."

"Okay, 'was' a porn actress. My gawd!"

I couldn't take my eyes from the TV.

"Oh, my gawd. How ... I mean, when?"

This all happened back when we were in college. We became close friends when we were placed in the same dorm building together during our freshman year."

"She leaned close to my face, "And I do mean 'close'."

I finally looked at her, "You were lovers?"

"Well, we had sex together a lot. But it was just sex. We were very close friends though."

"How did you end up doing porn?"

"It was during summer breaks. The first time was after our freshman year. I have an uncle and aunt that live in southern California, close to where many of these types of movies are produced. My uncle was in the business."

"Making porn movies?"

"Yeah. He got us into it so we could make some money during summer breaks."

"Just like that? A summer job making pornos? With your uncle? And your aunt didn't mind?" I asked, skeptically.

"Pretty much. My aunt lives a good life from the money my uncle makes."

"And my mom was okay with that?"

"She loved the idea. It seemed like easy money ... and we both liked sex. Although, the sex wasn't nearly as hot as you might think. With all the cameras and people around, a director telling you what to do ... it's not very glamorous. But the sex could be pretty good at times. The money wasn't bad at all for the time we put into it. In fact, we ended up with a lot of money, especially since we didn't have to pay for a place to stay."

"Do my grandparents know?"

"No. At least we don't think they know."

"They just let her spend summers with you in California?"

"They thought I was a good girl," she smiled sweetly. "She was an adult though. She could legally do what she wanted."

"Wait. My daddy knows and doesn't care?"

"He knows and doesn't care. He likes watching them with your mom."

"Oh, my gawd. How long did you do it? How many?"

"We did it during three summer breaks. Your mom and I are probably in more than a hundred movies each."

"A hundred?!"

"Most were short scenes like this one. It goes on for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Many scenes ended up part of more than one movie. We'd usually do it three or four days a week when we weren't on our periods."

"Are you in the same movies together?"

"We're in some of the same movies, but usually in different scenes. It was kind of rare when we were actually together having sex in the same scene like this one."

"I'd have never guessed ... my mom," I pensively said.

I looked at her closely, "This is why she's afraid to talk to me about things, isn't it?"

"Partly. Your mom was pretty wild back then. She's always been afraid of how you would react to her past."

"I can see why. My gawd!"

"So, how are you feeling about this?"

"What?"

"To be blunt about it ... your mom, being a slut."

I stared back at the screen again. She had cum on her lips that came off of Mrs. Thomas' butt from some porn actor's cock. Her tongue had been snaking in her friend's asshole. It had probably been watched by thousands and thousands of people, many of them jerking off to it.

"I don't know how I feel."

"That's what your mom is afraid of."

I looked at her.

"She's afraid you'll be disgusted with her. She loves you so much, Melissa. She sees so much of herself in you too. She doesn't want you to make mistakes that will hurt you, but she wants you to be able to be yourself as well."

I looked back at the screen. Mrs. Thomas hit play for a bit until there was an image of my mom's face without looking like she was having an orgasm or something. I've seen pictures of her when she was a teen. I did look a lot like her, especially when she was younger. If our hair styles were closer to the same, we could easily pass as sisters when she was closer to my age.

In this scene, her hair was very long and dyed blonde. She had on a lot of makeup. I probably wouldn't have recognized her if I hadn't stared closely at the still image on the TV. She looked like a whore.

"Was my mom a ... did she get paid to have sex?"

"Was she a prostitute? No. Neither of us was. We were paid to be actresses in movies."

"Is Mrs. Clark in any of these?"

"She didn't ever go out there with us. She didn't know what we'd done until we came back after the first summer. I think she got jealous, but I don't think she would've done it anyways."

"So, this isn't the secret she has with my mom?"

"They have a different one."

"You're not going to tell me that one, are you?"

"I think if you're going to find out about that one, your mom should be the one to tell you."

I sighed.

"You're as impatient as you mom."

"Huh?"

"You are your mother's daughter."

"Does my mom know you were going to show me this?"

"No. And don't you dare tell her or anyone else you know anything about this. This is our big secret."

"Didn't you just break a promise with her?"

"We promised to never hurt each other with this. This is hardly a secret we can control though. If someone buys or rents one of our movies, they might recognize us, but not very likely. You wouldn't have noticed your mom if I hadn't given you all kinds of subtle clues. But it's possible you could have stumbled across it at some point in the future on your own."

I wasn't sure what to make of all this. My mom had to be really scared what I'd find out about her, and how I would judge her.

Mrs. Thomas interrupted my thinking, "It's difficult for parents to be open with their kids, especially about their past. It's the wisdom gained from a mother's past that is so helpful when her child is trying to figure things out. I don't even have children and know that. I know your mom wants to be able to talk to you about anything, but she wants to be respected by you as your mother. She wants you to be able to look up to her when you need advice and help. She's afraid she'll lose that respect."

"Why don't you have kids?"

"I can't. Bad plumbing."

"That totally sucks. You'd be a great mom."

"Thank you," she hugged me. "We've talked about adopting. We may still do it."

"I could be your babysitter," I volunteered.

"You'll be at the top of the list to call," she squeezed me to her.

She pulled out some other tapes and played them for me, always fast forwarding to scenes with herself or my mom in them. Most of them were like the first ones. They were either one on one or group sex scenes. Both of them had sex with men and women. Some of the movies actually had plots. Most didn't really seem to even bother trying to tell a story though.

Then I saw my mom stuffed with a cock in her pussy, ass and mouth at the same time.

"I don't believe it. Doesn't that hurt?"

"You mean anal sex?"

"Yeah. I can't image taking something that big up my butt. Sheesh. Mom looks like she's been doing it forever."

"She was ready for it. She had a dildo in her butt before that scene to get ready. You don't just pop a hard cock in your ass that easy."

"But still! Gawd. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not if you go slowly at first. You have to be relaxed, and lubed up good, or it will hurt. It feels great once you get used to it. If you take your time at first, the guy can eventually slam his dick in and out of you without it hurting at all."

It looked like it should hurt, but Mrs. Thomas assured me they were well prepped before the scenes started. The last thing the director wanted was for an actress to get hurt and not be able to finish a scene. That would cost even more money in lost time than just taking the time to get the girl ready. Most of the actors had a lot of experience as well.

"I guess I'll eventually give it a try."

"If you're really your mother's daughter, eventually will come sooner than later," she teased.

I blushed profusely. Was I really like this woman I was watching?

"This is just so unreal. I hope she didn't use her real name."

"We came up with names. My aunt came up with your mom's name - Cara Cream"

"Cara Cream?" I rolled my eyes.

Laughing, Mrs. Thomas said, "Mine was Missy Swank."

"Sheesh. I think I'd rather just use my own name. It'd be less embarrassing than getting caught using those names."

"The trick is to come up with something people will remember and identify you with. The more fans you have, the more money you can demand. It's all about selling yourself."

"It's like prostitution then."

"Maybe. But non-porn actors and actresses do the same. Many change their names for various reasons. Usually it's a marketing issue that motivates it."

"I'd come up with something cool though."

"Like what?"

"Like ... Jenna Sin maybe."

"That's good, but spell it with two n's. Jenna Sinn. You should keep that in mind for when you turn eighteen."

"No frickin' way I'm doing movies like that."

"I never imagined ever doing it when I was thirteen. My uncle made it an easier decision. It's certainly not the best career path to take though."

Mrs. Thomas popped in yet another movie. She searched for a scene before hitting play again.

"Watch this closely. But don't freak out on me," Mrs. Thomas said.

The guy in mom's ass pulled out and swapped positions with the guy mom had been sucking off. Mom didn't even flinch when the cock that had been in her ass was placed at her lips.

"She's not ..."

Before I could even finish saying it, my mom started sucking it.

"Fucking gross!"

"It's not so bad."

"Not so bad?! That cock was just deep inside her ass!"

"Her ass was squeaky clean before they started, sweetie,"

I looked at her warily.

"Haven't you rimmed anyone before?"

"Yeah, but rimming is mainly on the outside, not deep down in someone's poop chute."

"Your mom had several enemas beforehand, and she’d watched what she ate since the previous day, which meant she ate next to nothing since the previous afternoon. I've done it too. It's pretty kinky, but not gross like you think."

She leaned close to me.

"I've done it for my husband a few times," she grinned.

Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to try once, I thought.

There was more swapping around from ass to mouth over the next few minutes.

"People get off on porn like that?"

"There's an audience for everything. One director wanted your mom and me to take several cocks in our ass at the same time. We opted not to do those movies. Many girls do take two up the butt at the same time though."

"One cock at a time would be hard enough to handle."

"Just wait until you have a guy that knows what he's doing fuck your cute little butt. I think you'll see things differently."

Watching all of this with Mrs. Thomas was pretty wild. It was just me and her. It was like we’d known each other forever.

I thought about how Mrs. Clark had gotten me started with her and her husband. I felt a real closeness to her still, but Mrs. Thomas and I just seemed to click when we were together. Mrs. Clark was always trying to be a mentor while exposing me to new things. Mrs. Thomas wanted to be a best friend. I just wished my mom could be either of them.

Some scenes had my mom or Mrs. Thomas swallowing several loads of sperm after a number of guys took turns shooting off in their mouths, or in a glass sometimes. Many times they would swap cum between their mouths with other actresses too. I couldn't wait to try that out with Sarah.

The movies that really intrigued me the most though were a few lesbian themed ones they had done. Those videos were like a regular series. The plot was generally the same in each one. It involved two mothers swapping their daughters with each other for an arranged sex session in different rooms of the same house. The dialogue was much better in those as well.

The situation in those movies was much like what seemed to be going on with Sarah and me. We were having sex with each other's parents, almost like an arranged swap. Could this be the inspiration for what was going on?

"Doris, are my parents and the Clarks doing this with me and Sarah?"

"An arranged daughter swap? I don't see how. The daughters in these movies know what's going on. They're not being seduced either. They know what they're there for. With you and Sarah, I don't think it was a planned thing like in these movies. Your mom didn't present you to Colleen in a swap. It was more likely that there was the opportunity. You and Sarah got discovered having sex together. Colleen seduced you after that."

"I guess that's how all of us kids got involved?"

"More or less. No one has ever been forced or coerced though. If you'd shown no interest in Colleen that first time, she'd have likely stopped trying, at least until you'd maybe shown some interest later on."

"Does Jamie know about these porn movies?"

"No."

"Sarah or Pam?"

"Nope"

"Julie, Kari, or Mike?"

"Nuh uh. You're it, kiddo."

"So cool."

She laughed.

We watched scenes from different movies for a while longer. I couldn't get enough of watching Mrs. Thomas or my mom being complete sluts for the world to see.

"Oh, wait. I forgot about this one with your mom. Ready for something really wild?"

How much wilder can things get?!

She put the movie in without telling me what it was about. When it started, it immediately became clear it was an incest themed one. Mom played one of the teenage daughters. She had sex with her sister, brother, father, and mother.

She told me, "Very little is taboo when it comes to porn, except that you have to be at least eighteen to legally do it."

"That's why the videos like the ones taken last night would get everyone locked up?"

"Most of them definitely would, but not all necessarily. Maybe not even the Twister game. Just being nude like that isn’t illegal. It depends on whether it caught some of the real game playing going on."

"What did you see?"

"I saw Penny lick her dad's cock. But you saw that too."

"Oh, my gawd. I didn't think anyone else could see that!"

"The Rayners are a bit of a kinky bunch. Maggie has always been the one to do some of the craziest stuff. Penny takes after her. Sometimes I don't know about those two."

I knew what she probably was referring to. I'd never forget the image of Mrs. Rayner licking her blindfolded daughter's pussy and asshole in that video my parents had. I was pretty sure Mrs. Thomas had seen it, but I didn't want to let her know yet that I'd seen it too.

"Are you ever afraid they will go too far ... and get everyone in trouble?"

"Maggie isn't really careless, just wild. Outside of her close friends and family, she looks and acts like anyone else."

"Are they doing stuff ... with their kids?"

"Well, you saw what Penny did. There are other situations I'm aware of. I don't think they're having family orgies, but I know some things have happened."

"It's not like I'm innocent or anything, but I've only done things with my brother."

"I'm not judging them. If they're all cool with whatever they do, then I'm not going to say it's wrong. Most people would think different though."

"But we're not most people," I grinned.

"Thank God for that," she laughed.

I was a little upset with myself for getting horny watching the incest movie. The sister-brother stuff didn't bother me. I was far from innocent when it came to that. But the father-daughter and mother-daughter scenes were really wicked. I wasn't supposed to get horny watching movies with my mom, much less ones where she's pretending to have sex with her father and mother. But, I was.

Mrs. Thomas was getting horny too. She moved to sit closer to me. Her hand was playing in my hair and caressing my neck. I glanced at her covered breasts and could clearly make out her hard nipples.

During one of the scenes of an older woman with a younger girl, she began nuzzling my neck with her face. It only took a few moments before I turned to face her and our lips pressed together. We began making out like two lovers. Our tongues were constantly in each other’s mouths. The movie was completely forgotten as we got lost in each other on her couch.

Boldly I pulled her sundress over her head. She stripped me out of my clothes. We then took our time exploring each other's bodies. First with our hands, then with our mouths and tongues. We'd licked almost every inch of each other’s body before she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom.

Once there, she got out a collection of her toys, including a double dildo and a strapon. We made use of both of them. I don't know if I was in love with her, but I treated her like I was. She seemed to be acting the same way with me.

It took a phone call from her husband to finally get us to stop. He called to let us know that the service was over. It wasn't unusual for them to get visitors from church members during the afternoon. He was giving his wife a heads up.

"We need to take another shower, sweetie. And, unfortunately, get presentable."

"Do I need to leave?"

"It might be best. Bradley explained that my absence was because I was ministering a church member with a problem."

"And I guess people would figure out I was 'the problem' if they found me here.

"You're not a problem, Melissa. Just a girl I adore who happens to have a problem that I could help with."

I hugged her tightly.

"I hope I helped."

"You did. I don't know what to do though."

"You'll figure it out."

"Are you going to tell mom that you told me about Sarah?"

"It's probably better if she isn't aware that you know. Sarah may even tell you soon anyway."

I had a lot to digest. My mom had a past that I never would've suspected. I understood why she had problems talking to me about what was going on. I had the same problem! I was just like her in so many ways. I didn't know how to get beyond it though.

******

It was a little after one o'clock when we left her house. She drove us to a restaurant on the other side of the city to get something to eat. She said no one from our church would likely be there.

After we were seated, she began asking me about my plans for school.

"You're not going to be a cheerleader this year?"

"Nope. I'd have to be on the competition squad this year to cheer at all. They might take a few girls for basketball season who aren't in the competitions, but I doubt I'll even do that."

"Why don't you want to be on the competition squad? You move gracefully. You're in great shape and very flexible. You look great."

"Thanks," I blushed. "The problem is that I don't care much for doing all the required gymnastics. It takes a lot of time. Plus, I'm a little taller than your typical flyer ... the ones doing the twists in the air and most of the stunts. I'd end up being a base, catching the flyers. If I'm going to put in as much time as I'd be required to doing the gymnastics training, I'd want to be a flyer."

"I would've gone to the games and competitions just to watch you."

"That's cool. You can come and sit with me anyways."

"I'd like that too. If I come, don't feel obligated to sit with me though. You're going to have a lot of boys wanting to hang out with you."

"They never have before."

"That's because you were on the field cheering. Now you'll be in the stands. Things will be very different."

"I guess."

We talked more about church than anything else while we ate. She explained how she and her husband felt about what they were doing and how they were able to be leaders of their church at the same time.

She admitted they were breaking quite a few commandments and bible scriptures. But, she and her husband didn't believe the bible was without its own flaws. After all, it had been written by man. It might have been inspired by God, but the obvious inconsistencies were proof that man had put his own spin to a number of things, for various reasons. The life lessons on how to be a good person to others and the community were what they took from it and tried to teach.

I asked how she had met her husband. She met him out in California. He knew she had done porn, but it didn't bother him at all. He was through with college and had become involved in a progressive church. He followed her back here, and then started a small church that grew into what it is today.

He never was ashamed of her for her experience with hardcore porn. If anything, it turned him on. But they both knew she couldn't continue with that. It wasn't a life that my mom wanted either.

My mom met my daddy during her senior year in college, and got married after they both graduated. Mom told him everything while they dated. He was leery of getting serious with her at first, but they quickly fell in love anyway.

As she was driving me home, I remembered something I'd meant to ask before.

"Doris, earlier you mentioned you'd been involved in incest. Who was it with?"

"I'm surprised you didn't guess. It was with my uncle and aunt when I stayed with them."

"Wow. Makes sense though. Did my mom know?"

"She was usually in the middle of the pile with us."

My mouth hung open.

"Are you really that surprised?"

She laughed when I threw my hands up in surrender. Nothing should surprise me anymore.

"Jamie was your first experience with incest?"

"Not exactly. When I was about nine, I did some touching and kissing with a cousin. He was about eleven. He mostly liked rubbing himself on me. He'd kiss my nipples. Other than that, not much else happened. He never even put his finger inside me."

"Just mainly kissing cousins then?"

"Yeah. He liked for me to touch his cock, but both of us were afraid to do much else."

I glanced over at her and added, "I've never told anyone about that other than you."

"I'm glad you told me. It makes me feel special. There are some other things I'd like to share and do with you too."

"Yeah?"

"You should come to church this coming week. It would be great if your whole family came."

"Maybe I will. I just usually get bored though."

"The youth group does some fun things and outings. I'm sure some of your friends go with them. Give it a try. If it's still boring, then at least you can say you gave it a chance. Bradley and I try to encourage fellowship and community. Our approach isn't to shove God down your throat. I think you'd enjoy it."

"Sounds more like a club or something."

"That's what we're shooting for. It's important to be involved in the community. You can do a lot more by just being a friend than beating someone over the head with hell and damnation threats. As for telling people how to live, we believe in the "no harm, no foul" principle."

"Cool."

"You should get Jamie to go too. He went on a summer retreat with the youth group a few years back."

"I remember that. He kept telling me about references to sex in the bible when he got," I said, giggling.

"Figures. The bible is full of sex references though. Homosexual and incest references occur quite often in the bible."

"He still knows a lot of them too. It's weird how he remembers stupid shit like that."

"Boys," she feigned exasperation.

"Do they ever grow up?"

"All men are still little boys at heart. They grow up in many other nice ways though," she winked.

Maybe I would go to church.

******

Mom met us at the door as we were coming inside. I assumed she knew much of what had happened that morning. I was certain Mrs. Rayner had filled her in. What she didn't know were the things Mrs. Thomas had told me.

I told Mrs. Thomas I would see her the next day and went straight up to my room. I glanced back and saw a bit of a grimace on Mrs. Thomas' face. I realized I was running away from my mom ... yet again. I didn't stop though.

I'd had three showers so far that day, but I was still in the same clothes I'd worn the day before. I stripped down and put on a pair of panties and a long t-shirt, and then crashed on my bed. I was sleepy and tired.

I stared at the ceiling, while thinking about what I'd learned about my mom. I still couldn't believe that mom had ever been that wild. I thought Mrs. Rayner had been the wild one. Mom beat her for that title easily. It became easy to understand why she wasn't so open with me too.

I could also understand why she probably was shielding me from some things, like the nudist camping. She didn't want me to get too involved with things too quickly; afraid it would get out of control. Mom had probably not had that kind of guidance from my grandmother.

About fifteen minutes later, mom walked into my bedroom after knocking on the open door. I assumed she and Mrs. Thomas had talked much of that time. She stood there a moment before she said,

"Melissa, you need to be more careful about the way you leave your bed."

What the fuck? I leaned up on my elbows looking at her with a confused stare.

"Yesterday, before you left, without telling me, you should've made up your bed. It was a mess. You could've at least changed the sheets."

I was speechless. After camping out naked with a bunch of people, with her full knowledge, all that could come out of her mouth was to bitch at me about my sheets? And she wasn't even asking me how they got the way they were! What the fucking hell?

I finally said, "Yes, ma'am." It was an automatic response. She wasn't talking with me. She was talking at me, as she usually did.

She turned to leave the room before stopping. She then came back over to me and sat on the bed. She pulled me up to her and hugged me tightly. I didn't hug her back though, but she didn't let go. It was incredibly awkward. Her hands rubbed up and down my back. Neither of us said anything to the other for the longest time.

She held her head tighter against me. I finally wrapped my arms around her, hugging her back. The hug became more earnest between the both of us. She nuzzled her head against my neck. I thought I heard mom say she was sorry. She pulled back and looked at me closely, and then told me to my face.

"I'm sorry you found out about everything the way you did yesterday. Your father and I should've told you before. I should've told you."

I wasn't sure what to say. I knew what I felt though.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too. Much more than you probably think."

She hugged me to her tightly again before pulling back and looking at me closely again,

"I'll try to change."

She could read my mind. I didn't like that about her. But in that instance, I could read her mind as well though. She was trying.

"I'll try too."

"We need to talk about some things later, your father and me."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, you're not in trouble. We need to talk about yesterday though."

She kissed my forehead and got up, leaving the room. She was still finding it hard to talk about things with me alone, but maybe the hard part was almost over though.

Time would tell, and it was still early in the afternoon. And just what part of yesterday did they want to talk to me about?

(continued in chapter 19)