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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 33


We pulled into our driveway just a short time later. Daddy’s car 
wasn’t there. As we got out of the car, Mom asked Jamie to unload 
the car and put the camping gear on the back patio. One look at 
Mom’s face convinced him not to argue. He realized that she was 
upset in a major way. I knew he would quiz me later and I better 
have a damn good answer.

Mom and I went inside and straight up to her bedroom. She closed 
and locked the door. She took out her cell phone and made a call 
while I stood there watching her.

“Hi, honey ... That’s good. Listen, Melissa and I need to talk 
for a while ... She found out ... No, thankfully, not that ...”

My curiosity was piqued at that. I figured she was referring to 
her call girl days as a freshman.

She continued, “... My summers in college ... Yes, that ... I’ll 
tell you when you get here ... Can you give us a few hours? ... 
Thanks, sweetie ... I love you, too. Bye.”

“Where’s Daddy?” I asked.

“He’ll be here in a few hours.”

“Where is he though?”

“He’s driving home ...” she started saying before pausing. She 
sat down on her bed and I sat next to her.

I put my arm around her. “I love you, Mom,” I earnestly said.

“What all did Doris tell you?” Mom’s voice was a little hoarse 
from crying silently.

“She told me that you two went to California to see her uncle. He 
got both of you into the porn film business. She said that the 
two of you did those movies for three summers, some of them 
together. We watched some scenes from some of them.” I paused. 
“And she said that you two had sex together with her uncle and 
her aunt.”

“Anything else?” She looked at me hopefully.

I looked down and debated whether to let her know that I knew of 
her days as a prostitute.

“Anything else, Melissa?” She sounded anxious.

“Yes,” I quietly said, almost a whisper.

“What?” she asked, barely audible herself.

“I know about your job during your freshmen year, too.”

“Oh, my God!” Mom screamed. She got up and went to the window, 
her back to me.

The way her shoulders were shaking she was crying again, even 
harder this time than in the car.

I waited a second and then went to her. I put an arm around her 
and leaned my head against hers.

“How long have you known?” She was sobbing.

“Almost a week. Mrs. Thomas told me this past Monday afternoon 
when she came over. She came by my room to talk before she left,” 
I told her. “She said she had your permission to reveal things to 
me, stuff she felt I was ready for.”

“Shit, I hadn’t expected her to start with that!” She took a deep 
breath trying to calm down.

“Mom, I still love you. We have opened up to each other so much 
this weekend. I feel closer to you than I have ever felt.”

“How can you say that? I’m a whore and a porn actress.” Mom 
started crying again.

“You ‘were’, Mom,” I said firmly and pulled her closer to me.

“I’m such a bad person. I pulled a trick on you last night. I was 
a whore. I had sex with lots of people making porn movies.” She 
continued to babble some more stuff I didn’t quite understand.

“I never said you were a bad person,” I sincerely said.

She turned and looked at me, searching my face.

“Do you understand now why I wanted to be your mother first? And 
why I said we would be dangerous together?”

I nodded.

Mom took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. She went into her 
bathroom and I heard water running. 

When she came back she had washed her face. She looked a little 
better.

“Well, Mel, we have a few hours before your father gets home. You 
might as well hear the full story.”

“Mom, get naked with me,” I told her. We had had some of our best 
talks while naked.

“Melissa ...”

I took hold of her arms, “We are nudists, right?”

She stood there looking at me. So, I started undressing.

Noticing she wasn’t undressing, I boldly told her, “I remember a 
time when you wanted me to get naked. Remember? ... and I acted 
like a stubborn ass.”

She shook her head while sighing, but also began taking her 
clothes off.

“Plus, we seem to talk better when we’re naked ... like this 
morning.”

“We weren’t naked in the car,” she retorted. It had been our best 
talk ever.

“Only because you made me get dressed,” I playfully shot back, 
but my humor was totally lost on her.

I flounced on the bed like none of this was a big deal. I wanted 
her to see that I wasn’t upset or bothered at all by the things 
she had done in the past. She lay down on the bed on her side, 
facing me. 

“So, what do you want to know about first?” She sounded so down 
but at least she wasn’t crying anymore.

“Cara Cream,” I replied. I tried to encourage her with a big 
smile.

Mom’s eyes were looking somewhere into her dark past. I could see 
that this was not going to be easy for her, telling me of her 
time as a porn actress and prostitute. She took a deep breath.

“Okay, here it goes ...” She took another deep breath and began 
telling me how things got started.

“Doris and I had been ... doing things ... during our freshman 
year. We had both gotten quite close with Maggie and Colleen, but 
it was just Doris and I who were seeing others for money.”

She took a deep breath again.

“You see, my parents didn’t have that much money at the time and 
college was quite expensive. So I had to work to pay for part of 
my room and board. When somebody suggested an easy way to make 
money, a lot of money, I listened. Doris listened, too. I would 
like to think it was just the money, but to be honest, it wasn’t. 
We both thought the idea was exciting, daring, and adventurous. I 
jumped at the chance, Doris followed suit but a little more 
reluctantly. Maggie and Colleen never knew what we were doing 
until we stopped after our freshman year.”

She got up again and looked out the window. She spoke quietly. “I 
was like you, Mel. I jumped into the film and the prostitution 
thing without thinking. I never thought of the consequences it 
might have even years later.”

She came back and sat down next to me again. I sat up beside her. 
This was really difficult for her to do. I put my arm around her 
and pulled into her as close as possible.

“Early that winter, Doris suggested we spend our summer vacation 
in Southern California, near LA in the San Fernando Valley. She 
said that she had an uncle and an aunt there, where we could stay 
for free. She hadn’t said anything particular about the business 
that her uncle was in. Just that he was in the movie business. 
She didn’t know any particulars either. She was sure her uncle 
could give us some kind of a job.

“So one evening after we had been there for a couple of days 
mostly lounging at the pool, her uncle asked us if we wanted to 
see a special movie. We said yes and he popped a cassette with a 
porn flick into their player. It was an all-girl movie with 
several girls licking each other and ... well, you know how that 
goes.”

I grinned. “Yeah, I have been there.”

Mom started to relax. “Yeah, I know. Anyways ... At first we were 
kinda surprised, but the movie was really hot. It lasted just 
about an hour. When it finished, her uncle said that he had seen 
us fooling around. And that he thought we might like to make 
movies like the one we had watched. That acting in those paid 
good money. We were pretty surprised that he had seen us having 
sex.”

“How did he see you fooling around? Did you do that at the pool?” 
I asked.

“No,” Mom grinned, “Doris and I shared a room. He spied on us 
there on one of the first days in his house. We hadn’t noticed.”

“I guess Mrs. Thomas didn’t have a reason to be so secretive back 
then.”

“Honey, didn’t Doris tell you that you didn’t have to be so 
formal with her?”

“You won’t cut my butt if I call her Doris around you?” I had a 
momentary flashback of what Mrs. Preston had done to me earlier.

“Only if it’s just her or me around.”

“Cool. It sucks though that her uncle spied on you having sex.”

“Can you really blame him?”

“I guess the sight of you and Doris can be a serious temptation,” 
I teased.

Mom blushed. “Guess so. Doris was at first against the idea. I 
thought ... well ... it could ... perhaps ... it would be ... 
interesting. I talked Doris into at least looking into it. Plus 
she needed the money as much as I did, too. So her uncle offered 
to take us to his studio the next day, just to see if we might 
like to do some movies for him. It wasn’t too far from his 
house.”

“What were her uncle and aunt’s names?” I asked.

“Harry and Joslyn Saxe.”

“Harry Saxe?” I giggled. “Like hairy ball sacks?”

“He legally changed his name when he got into the porn business,” 
Mom said, laughing with me.

“What was his name before?”

“Richard Hardwicke,” she stated. “’Hardwicke’ is Doris’ maiden 
name.”

“That’s a better porn name,” I giggled. Mom shook her head at my 
silliness. “Joslyn is a cute name though.”

“Are you going to name your daughter ‘Joslyn’?”

“I’m going to name her ‘Andi’,” I joked, and she hit me with a 
pillow. She then got back to telling me her story.

“So the next day we went with him. Doris and I had talked most of 
the night about the dangers and advantages, but we didn’t really 
make a decision. I was mostly thinking how wild it would be to do 
it.”

“You knew you were gonna do it,” I wryly said. She tried to 
suppress a grin, but she wasn’t fooling me.

“When we got to the studio we were pretty nervous. But everybody 
there was really nice to us. They were going to shoot another all 
girl movie, but the regular actresses hadn’t arrived yet. So 
Uncle Harry suggested that we get undressed and that his crew 
would take just some nude shots of us. We agreed to do it and 
then a girl got us into a dressing room and she made us up. 
Amazing what a professional make-up can do to your looks.”

“Yeah, but did they make you look either pretty or slutty?”

“Both, if the make-up artist was good.”

“Could you do me up sometime like that?”

“For what?” she asked, likely already knowing my devious 
thoughts.

“Just for fun,” I slyly replied. She shook her head, but 
continued her story.

“So we walked out wearing just a dressing gown which we dropped 
in the studio. The photographer took some photos first of me and 
then of Doris. We thought that wasn’t so bad. Then he suggested 
that we touch each other and kiss. He took us step by step until 
we were on a bed making out with each other. We hadn’t really 
wanted it to go that far, but the guy talking us into things was 
pretty good. By that time we didn’t even notice anymore any of 
the other crew around us. I licked Doris to a pretty good orgasm. 
And then she did the same thing to me.”

I was imagining the scene in my head as she described it. I 
wondered if I would have another dream like before when I went to 
bed later tonight.

She continued, “What we didn’t know was that Uncle Harry had a 
guy running a small video camera the whole time. The whole shoot 
had taken about an hour and a half. We got dressed again and 
Uncle Harry suggested that he would take us out to lunch. We took 
all that make-up off. And we met the three girls who would be 
shooting the real movie. They seemed to be just regular girls. If 
you had seen them on the street, you wouldn’t have thought that 
they were porn stars, which they were. Pretty well known at the 
time, too.”

“Did you get their autographs?” I joked.

She sorta rolled her eyes, “No, but I did get to use a strap-on 
with two of them a few weeks later.”

She grinned knowing she had caught me off-guard a little with 
that.

“We waited for Uncle Harry in his office. When he came in, he 
showed us rush prints of the pictures. They had turned out really 
great. And then he popped a cassette into the player in his 
office. We watched at first horrified that he had already made a 
movie. But he told us to relax, that he could not do anything 
with it unless he had a signed model release form from both of 
us.”

“At least he had some morals,” I said, sarcastically. She 
scrunched her lips at my cynical commentary.

“What?” I thought what I had said was the truth.

Mom spoke very softly. “He treated us great the whole time. He 
could’ve easily taken advantage of us.”

My first thought was to say that getting his niece and her friend 
into porn so he could make money was taking advantage of them, 
but I didn’t. Instead, I asked, “How did the movie turn out?”

“The first part was pretty tame. But when we were doing things on 
the bed, the film got pretty hot. Uncle Harry said that this of 
course was the raw material and that every film would be cut and 
edited. He figured he could get a marketable twenty minute clip 
out of what he had there.”

“Did he give you the movie?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you see it sometime.”

“Cool. So what happened next?” I anxiously asked.

“He took us out to lunch to a nice place where we could talk 
quietly. His wife, Aunt Joslyn, joined us, and he put a 
proposition to us that was hard to refuse. He suggested that we 
do movies for his studio. He would pay us $750 for all girl 
movies, $1,000 for a male – female movie, and $1,200 for anal, or 
with several guys - per day of shooting. He guaranteed us four 
days of work per week while we were out there, and we would have 
a week off when we had our periods.”

I said, “So you made about four grand a week for sex? And I get 
twenty bucks a week for an allowance? I don’t want to even do the 
math comparison. Oh, and Jamie is so not getting my tail for free 
anymore.”

Mom looked at me suddenly quite serious again. “Melissa, please 
don’t even joke about things like that.”

She looked out the window for a second.

“I did a quick calculation.” Mom chuckled. “I remember it well. 
Twelve weeks would mean nine weeks of work. And that would mean 
we could get as much as $43,000 if we always did anal or group 
scenes. If we did just all girl movies, we’d get at least 
$27,000. We’d been averaging about $3,000 a month from ‘dating’. 
We could easily get more in three months than we did during the 
previous nine months of hooking. Less risk, and the work would be 
fun. We had Uncle Harry to look out for us. I was immediately for 
it. I never really thought about the problems that somebody might 
recognize me.”

Mom gave a deep sigh. “I liked the money, no, let me correct 
that, I needed the money. And I liked the adventure and the 
daring. I was excited to do something that bold and get paid for 
it even.”

“And did it turn out like you thought?” My curiosity was piqued.

“Actually it turned out to be a lot less fun than I had figured. 
Sometimes scenes went on and on when a guy couldn’t cum, or a 
director changed his mind about how he wanted the scene. Then 
there were the constant interruptions as the director shouted in 
his instructions. Sometimes a director wanted me to change 
positions often, wanted me to look one way or another, open my 
mouth and stick my tongue out.”

“That sucks,” I noted.

“Tell me about it,” she added. “There were people all around us 
watching us. Then there was the guy with the microphone boom, 
hanging it over us in order to hear us moaning and talking.”

“How do you even get, much less stay, horny with all that going 
on?” I asked.

Mom replied, “God, it was sometimes so tedious and boring, having 
to moan like you really enjoyed what was happening, especially 
when your only thought was, my pussy is getting sore, when is 
this joker finally going to cum so I can get out of here. I could 
be kneeling there for the longest time while some guy jerked his 
cock so he could finally squirt in my face and mouth.”

“I guess sex as a job takes a lot of the fun out of it, even 
though you can make money,” I observed.

“It’s not really quite as bad as I’m making it sound. We had a 
lot of fun during most of it, unless you had a really hard-ass 
director.”

“The acting part probably would intimidate me the most. I’ve got 
the sex part down,” I smugly smiled.

“Well, you’re ahead of most girls, but you’ve got a lot left to 
learn,” she said. I felt insulted, but I didn’t show it.

“I’d just want to be myself on camera.”

“There are movies that let you be more of yourself. They’re 
generally called ‘reality’ movies, with many of them being 
‘gonzo’.”

“Gonzo?”

“Basically, you’re having sex with the camera man. It’s like if 
Peter was filming you having sex with him while he held the 
camera. But there are also a lot of so-called ‘amateur’ movies 
which are actually made by professionals pretending to be 
amateurs. It’s staged with the actors aware of the cameras. Some 
are done where the actors are adjusting the camera themselves 
like they were in their own bedroom. But even with those movies, 
you’re following some kind of screenplay, even if there is no set 
dialogue, or no dialogue at all. The director leads you through a 
series of pre-determined sex acts. Some studios do most of their 
stuff like that.”

“What were Uncle Harry’s movies mostly like?” I asked.

“Uncle Harry’s studio was more into the traditional acting out of 
scenes than a lot of studios, even though the actors may not say 
a whole lot in some of them. In those, we had to take on a role 
with a specific script and perform. Very rarely did a director 
just let us ad lib or improvise a scene, and really enjoy what we 
were doing. Time was money to those guys.”

“I guess those could be fun to do. I still like the idea of just 
having sex with a bunch of people ... like the orgy last night.”

“His studio also did a lot of the amateur type movies. That’s the 
way most group or orgy movies were made. Some were all-girl, but 
most were guys and girls. Some were done like it was a big 
swingers’ party at a club with a host and everything, and others 
were just free-for-alls from the start at a house.”

“I think the free-for-alls would be the most fun,” I slyly told 
her.

“You must’ve really liked the orgy last night,” she wryly 
replied. I just shrugged, and unsuccessfully suppressed a smile.

“His studio must’ve been really big to do all of that.”

“The building was rather large, but not everything was filmed at 
the studio location. There were a lot of shoots at locations 
throughout the San Fernando Valley. They were able to use large 
expensive houses for many of those.”

“So ... when did you get paid?”

“Uncle Harry paid us weekly in cash. He took care of the income 
taxes for us. He didn’t do that for the others though. It helped 
that Doris was working for family. I saw the pile of bills 
growing. And that made it worthwhile.”

“So, how much did you make?” I asked.

“Close to forty grand each summer. Then we made more going to a 
few conventions during the school year in LA and Las Vegas. It 
was always over a weekend. All of our expenses were paid.”

I asked, “Didn’t you ever worry about someone finding out, 
especially Grandma and Grandpa?”

“At the time, I just didn’t think about it. I dyed my hair 
blonde, which made me look very different. It was already rather 
long like most of the actresses. And with all the makeup, it 
wasn’t very likely anyone would figure out it was me. They might 
see a resemblance, but the movies weren’t in high definition or 
anything.”

I wondered how different I would look with blonde hair.

Mom added, “There were thousands and thousands of porn movies on 
the market even back then. The odds of someone I knew getting one 
of them and recognizing me was really very small ... unless I 
became very famous.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“Get famous?”

I nodded.

“Doris and I were both popular, but we weren’t superstars. Other 
studios tried to get us to sign on with them over those three 
years. We were young fresh faces, even after the first three 
years. We had a lot of fans show up at the various conventions to 
see us. There was no way we were leaving Uncle Harry’s studio 
though.”

“I’m glad you never got hurt or anything,” I sincerely told her.

“I’m glad you’re glad,” she replied, touching my hair. “Is there 
anything else you want to know about any of that?”

“Not right now. I might later.”

“Just don’t ask around Jamie, please,” she said, pleading with 
her eyes.

“I swear, Mom. I will never talk about it with anyone else but 
you or Doris.”

“Don’t say that. You know you can’t make a promise like that.”

“Sure I can,” I insisted.

“What about your future husband?”

I scrunched my lips.

“I’ve told your father everything. I don’t keep secrets from 
him.”

“Yeah, but those are secrets concerning you ...”

“Sweetie, don’t go into a marriage with the intent to hide things 
from the start. You’ll end up regretting it.”

I nodded. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone unless you approve of it.”

She shook her head at me.

“Look, Mom, what do you want me to say? I’m not going to blurt 
this all over the neighborhood. I am going to ask you first if I 
think I need to talk to somebody other than Daddy, you, or Doris 
about it.” I was doing my best to be loyal to her. 

She looked at me and I didn’t flinch. She replied, “I appreciate 
that and we’ll talk about that more as you get closer to getting 
married.”

“That won’t be until forever,” I asserted.

“Uh huh,” Mom replied, knowing better than to believe that.


******


We were both quiet for a few moments, deep in our thoughts when 
Mom suddenly blurted out, “Damn, and I had so hoped that I would 
never have to explain my past to you or Jamie.” She shook her 
head several times as her eyes started to fill with water again.

I touched her shoulder gently rubbing it. “And I’m so glad that 
you’re telling me all about it.”

“Sometimes I swear I’ll never figure you out ...” 

She took a deep breath. “So, are you now ready to hear the story 
of Tamera?”

“Tamera?” I asked, puzzled.

“Tamera was the name I used as a prostitute.”

“That’s a cool name. You sorta look like a Tamera.”

“What’s a Tamera supposed to look like?”

“Like you. Duh.”

“I don’t know whether to kiss or spank you.” Mom looked like she 
might be getting mad at me.

“I’ve been spanked enough for one weekend, thank you very much,” 
I said in exasperation.

“Janet?”

“Why are you asking? She asked you for permission, don’t you 
remember? She used a paddle to whoop my butt! And it hurt!”

“Sorry, Mel, this stuff has me so ... I don’t know ... sort of 
wound up ... preoccupied, it just slipped my mind. I take it 
you’re not into paddles, though.”

“No ... maybe ... I dunno. She caught me by surprise,” I said, 
grinning. “It did get me kind of turned on though. And she 
fingered my cooch and butthole kinda nicely afterwards.”

“Tamera got spanked a few times,” Mom said, almost blushing.

“Wow. Your ... customers ... or whatever you called them ...”

“’Client’ is what the ‘Office of Community Services’ called them. 
But johns, tricks, and punters work too. Pick a name.”

“Punters?” I curiously asked.

“It’s a British thing. One of the people that ran it was from 
England.”

“And the ... ‘Office of Community Services’ ... was your pimp?”

“Basically, yes. We just called it the OCS.”

“And you let ... punters,” I said, half snorting. “... give you 
butt whoopings?”

She half laughed at me, shaking her head. “I agreed to it. I was 
paid accordingly, too.”

“How much?”

“It cost an extra $500 to spank me ... but no bruises or injuries 
or the client was banned.”

“Were your ... tricks ... rich fuddy duddies?”

She rolled her eyes at me again. I think she was thankful though 
that I was joking around instead of chastising her for her 
employment choices.

“They were company executives or big wigs, politicians, and 
wealthy college donors and alumni for the most part.”

“Cool.”

She shook her head at me with a puzzled look. “This really 
doesn’t bother you at all, does it?”

I took a minute to answer.

“When Doris showed me the first tape and I discovered you were in 
it too, I almost couldn’t breathe.” I said very softly. “Then we 
had a long talk about you and her doing the porn movies. And how 
our relationship was a difficult one because you were afraid that 
I would be disgusted with you. Not long after that she told me 
about you and her having been prostitutes.”

“And you’re not disgusted?”

“Nope,” I quickly replied. “I thought it was totally wild. After 
I had a little time to let it sink in, I felt jealous more than 
anything else.”

She stared at me in astonishment. She’d been so afraid of what 
I’d think, and the best case scenario had occurred instead. She 
was still really flustered though.

“So ... you went on dates with wealthy people and gave up the 
booty? I gave mine up to Peter on our first date ... and I didn’t 
even get a tip.”

She snorted at me. “I guess I was worried about nothing.”

“I’ll admit that it shocked me when Doris told me. If I’d found 
out on my own, I would’ve total freaked out. But Doris helped me 
get it all into a picture.”

We looked at each other. Slowly an understanding was growing 
between us. “I’m trying to make this easy for you, Mom. I know 
that it’s awfully hard to come clean with me about all this.”

“You are too much,” she said in amazement.

“At least when I did find out, I knew you weren’t a cheap date. 
I’d definitely be expensive, too.” I smiled greedily. Mom gave me 
a wry smile in response. “So, how did it all work?”

“I didn’t know how the whole thing operated, but I did learn that 
it was a small group of alumni that organized it years before I 
ever became a part of it. The group quietly recruited coeds they 
thought would be good at it, but knew how to keep things a 
secret. It was an older coed that recruited me and Doris. She’d 
been doing it since she was a freshman. I never knew everyone 
involved with it though. I knew several women, Connie and 
Heather, one of whom would contact me whenever someone wanted me 
for a date.”

“Horny punters, you mean,” I said, giggling.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Mom replied, shaking her 
head, but smiling. I was glad she was.

She continued, “Connie was the one who paid me ... in cash. I 
don’t know how much the OCS kept though. I just knew how much I 
would get for doing various things. We used code words for what 
the client had paid for. The few girls I knew doing it besides 
Doris believed they gave us almost all of the money. The OCS 
wasn’t in it for the money. I knew Connie and Heather were 
married to wealthy men. They and their friends wanted the easy 
access to beautiful and fuckable coeds they could be comfortable 
with.”

“Makes sense, I suppose,” I stated. “Were you ever worried about 
STDs?”

“Not really. The clients used us because we were tested regularly 
... by a couple of doctors we all quickly figured out were part 
of the OCS, and clients as well. The clients were expected to use 
us exclusively. They could be banned if it was discovered they 
were using other whores or having risky sex. Many of them were 
swingers within their own group, too. I never heard of anyone 
testing positive for anything.”

“So they used coeds so they could screw around with younger girls 
and stay safe?”

“Uh huh. AIDs had become a very big deal at the time. Having 
girls they knew were safe made it worth it to them. Remember your 
first visit to the gynecologist?”

“Yeah, it was pretty embarrassing and uncomfortable.”

I know, baby. Picture doing that every month after your period 
stops. With a blood test to boot.”

“Not cool at all.”

“Now picture the good doctor, after he is through poking around 
in you down there, dropping his pants and fucking you while 
you’re spread-eagled on your back, your legs still in the 
stirrups.”

My mouth dropped open. “For real?”

“Yup. I got paid for it though.” Mom enjoyed how I squirmed 
uncomfortably on her bed.

It had been bad enough that the doctor had poked around in me 
with his fingers and pushed that cold metal thing into my pussy 
to spread me open. I sure would not want to have his cock in me 
after that, followed by him squirting his cum into my cooch.

“Yikes! That’s just frickin weird!” My whole body shook as a case 
of the heebie jeebies ran through me.

“You see, Mel, it wasn’t all fun and games. By the way, Doris and 
I had to do that when making porn movies, too.”

“But you could’ve been screwing grungy goobers in flophouses for 
free for all they knew.”

She rolled her eyes at me again. “They also picked us because we 
weren’t stupid, Mel.”

“I didn’t mean that they had low standards, Mom.”

“I know, but we were carefully screened, and I think we were kept 
up with at times as well to see if we were doing orgies at frat 
houses, or other risky things. If we had done anything like that 
the OCS would have dropped us like a hot potato. A lot of big 
names had a lot to lose. I think it’s why I wasn’t with too many 
different clients. Doris was with some I never was and vice 
versa.”

“I guess if you decided to blow the whistle, it kept the majority 
of people from getting busted.”

“That’s what Doris and I figured. Also, the group was so tightly 
controlled. The cops really had no way to infiltrate us. The only 
real way for them to do that would’ve been to pretend to be a 
freshman coed and hope they got recruited, and had a past they 
could sell as legitimate.”

“Yikes. They knew all about you then?”

“Uh huh. They could easily find out if you’d just graduated high 
school and what you’d been doing over the past few years. If 
there was any doubt about your past, they wouldn’t have anything 
else to do with you.”

“So, it would almost be impossible for a cop to go undercover.”

“That’s why they only recruited freshman girls just out of high 
school.”

“I guess they had their shit together,” I replied. Mom nodded in 
agreement.

“The few girls I knew that were involved with it all agreed it 
made things more relaxed. But even then, they randomly tested 
loyalty sometimes. Doris went through that.”

“How?”

“She got picked up on campus and interrogated by a few police 
investigators, and later faced a prosecutor. They offered her 
immunity if she would rat out the group. She claimed to know 
nothing about anything. It scared the shit out of her. They ended 
up letting her go and never contacted her again. Connie later 
told her it was the OCS testing her to see how loyal she was. She 
obviously passed.”

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “I’m surprised she was even told it was a 
test.”

“They wanted the girls to know they were doing those kinds of 
tests. Doris thought it was real. So, everyone knew to assume 
anything like that was real.”

“She never told me about that.” I noted.

“Like I said, they scared the shit out of her. She told me about 
it immediately after it happened. It wasn’t a pleasant memory for 
her.”

“I guess I can understand that,” I replied. “So, what were your 
clients like?”

“They were all wealthy, of course. This one couple ...”

“A couple?!” I then remembered Doris had told me about that.

“Yes, a couple. Well, they liked to take me on short weekend 
trips. They’d take me to various resorts along the coast. A few 
times, they took me to ski resorts in Colorado. Steamboat Springs 
is incredible.”

“Wow, Mom,” I said, completely amazed.

“Not only did I get paid for the days and nights I was with them, 
they enjoyed buying me clothes, jewelry, and other gifts.”

“They sound really cool.”

“They were, but they were also very ... unusual. They were a very 
nice looking couple. They just liked to do some unconventional 
role-playing.”

“Like?”

“Like I’d be the wife’s sister coming along on a trip. Then 
another time, I’d be their daughter’s best friend from college 
that they’d seduced. And other times, I’d be their daughter.”

“Whoa. I guess it was okay with it being behind closed doors.”

She quickly shook her head. “No, they would present me publicly 
as those various girls at the places we went.”

“Wow,” I replied, looking at her bug-eyed.

“When you’re wealthy, you can get away with a lot.”

“Did they actually have a daughter?”

“Yeah. One that I specifically knew of. She was a few years older 
than me. She came by unexpectedly one weekend from her college 
when I was staying at her parents’ house. She walked in on us ... 
in her parents’ bedroom  ... while we were naked. I was lying in 
her parents’ bed between them. We had just had sex and were 
resting a little.”

“Oh shit.”

“She was cool about it. Apparently, she knew her parents were 
into younger or college girls.”

“And she didn’t turn her nose up at you?”

“Not at all. I was just as surprised as you are that she didn’t.”

“I guess she didn’t know her parents were having you pretend to 
be her sometimes.”

“I very seriously doubt it,” she replied.

“Speaking of parents, did Grandma and Grandpa know about this at 
the time, or ever find out?”

“Not that I know of. They’ve never acted like they knew. I never 
told them.”

“So if you were getting all kinds of gifts and stuff, why did you 
quit?”

“It became too much of a hassle, and the money wasn’t as good as 
doing movies. The gifts were nice, but they didn’t pay the bills. 
And it wasn’t an every weekend thing with the couple ... maybe 
once a month.”

“Do you still have the gifts?”

“The jewelry, but not the clothes.”

“That sucks ...”

“You want to wear my old clothes?”

“Sure. I think a retro olden days’ look would be cool sometimes.”

“Keep it up, Miss I Hate To Be Spanked,” she shot back. I smiled 
sheepishly.

“Do you wear the jewelry sometimes? Doesn’t it bother Daddy when 
you do?”

“I seldom wear it. It doesn’t bother him when I do. We both feel 
I worked hard to earn it.”

I wasn’t sure I quite understood that. I thought it should bother 
Daddy when she wore jewelry she had gotten for paid sex. Suddenly 
I remembered Doris and what she had said about judging others.

“There was one other couple. They were kind of weird as well.”

“You were their daughter, too?”

“No, they had a young baby, and the husband had a breast feeding 
fetish ... he liked for me to breast feed while he or the baby 
did as well.”

I shook my head in amazement. “Are you telling me that you as an 
adult sucked the breast of another woman for her milk? Now that 
is really really weird. What does it taste like?”

Mom blushed. “You don’t remember? I breast fed you. It’s kinda 
sweet.”

It was my turn to blush.

“They had an older daughter too,” she recalled. “They had me 
babysit her for them sometimes.”

“A whore ... uh ...” I paused, afraid I was about to insult her.

“You can say it,” she reassured me.

“A whore for a babysitter?”

“I told you they were weird. If I remember correctly, the older 
daughter’s name was Lisa. I’ll always remember her parents’ names 
though - Scott & Laura Mann. Lisa knew I was being paid so her 
parents could fuck me.”

“Did she give you a lot of grief?”

“Not at all. She asked me about it sometimes, but she was really 
calm about the whole thing. I was the one that almost freaked out 
when she first said something. She told me not to worry about it. 
She was around twelve years old.”

“Did you do anything with her?”

Mom shook her head.

“So, Tamera,” I smirked. “Any other weirdoes?”

“That’s Andrea to you,” she said with a stern look.

“Andrea? Weirdoes?” I asked in sing song.

“You’re a weirdo,” she replied.

“I love you too, Mom ... but I want to know about the ones you 
played with for money.”

“Nothing quite like those two couples. One guy wanted to piss on 
me, but I told him he hadn’t paid for that,” she paused, 
apparently to revel at my astonishment. “Otherwise, I went on a 
date once or twice a week with other single and married men.”

“Did you ever let someone whizz on you?”

“I didn’t, but I know someone who did.”

“Doris?!”

“You’ll have to ask her.”

“You’re keeping THAT a secret?” I asked, exasperated.

“Every girl has to have some secrets,” she replied.

The whole idea of getting pissed on just gave me the willies.

And then Mom added, “Melissa, I have known some of my friends for 
a long time. So I know some things about them. And these things 
don’t involve me, your daddy, Jamie, or you. So I can’t tell you 
about those secrets. And I will not. You will have to talk to 
those people yourself if you want to know. But frankly, I don’t 
think you really want or need to know everything. Wouldn’t you 
agree? Because knowing all these secrets can be a burden, too.”

I sighed. She was right again. I had seen for myself that keeping 
all these secrets wasn’t always fun. I thought back to what Mrs. 
Preston had asked me for, and how little I liked it.


******


“So, what do you think?” Mom asked, looking at me cautiously. She 
already knew I was cool with everything.

“I’m proud of you, Mom.” I said, turning very serious.

“Proud? I don’t get it.”

“It had to be really hard to tell me all of that, not knowing 
exactly how I would react.”

“Now that I have told you, I don’t know why I thought it would be 
so hard. You seem to have enjoyed hearing everything,” she said, 
giving me her best sarcastic look. “Thanks anyways for not 
running out on me, and for not being mad. I was so scared that 
you would be disgusted and not respect me anymore, get angry, 
curse me, never look at me again ...”

I stayed serious. “Perhaps I enjoyed hearing everything about you 
and others at least a little. But my impression of everything 
wasn’t always good. Doris helped me to put things into 
perspective.”

I paused as Mom looked at me, her face a big question mark.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“You know, Doris got me to see why things were kept from me. I 
was doing things, but was judging others by a different standard. 
She got me to stop doing that. And that’s why I’m not judging you 
either, Mom.”

“Remember I suggested that you talk to Colleen or Doris when we 
couldn’t talk? They like you a lot, Mel. I think they would like 
to be good friends with you.”

I looked at the bed spread underneath me. “I like Mrs. Clark, and 
the sex with her and her husband was great. But she was playing 
me, never giving me a straight answer. Doris has been totally 
different. She was always straight with me. But talking to them 
is not the same though, Mom. Mrs. Clark, Doris, and I don’t share 
the same bond that you and I share. I grew in your tummy, which 
is a bond that can never be broken either.”

Mom looked at me kinda dumbfounded. She had not expected me 
saying that.

I sought her eyes. “I like you being my mom!”

“How can you say that after all you heard?” Her hands were 
hitting the mattress.

“I like it ... no ... I love it that Andrea Livingston is my 
mom!” I almost yelled it as I grabbed her and pulled her into my 
arms.

“But I need you also as my friend,” I seriously told her. “And 
that is why I’m so proud of you for talking to me about it. It’s 
all I ever wanted ... for you to talk to me about things.”

Finally her arms came around me, too. We needed the closeness.

“You know, Mel, I can’t always tell you everything,” she 
struggled to say. She was obviously still really rattled about 
telling me so much of her really wild past.

Sometimes while telling me some of her story, she would relax 
remembering the fun times. But then she would quickly remember 
she was telling her thirteen year old daughter about her days as 
a whore and porn actress. It certainly was not a typical mother – 
daughter conversation.

I replied, “I know. But I don’t want you to ever be afraid to 
tell me something, even if you think it’s best not to.”

“This isn’t easy for me, you know. You’re my daughter ... just a 
year into being a teenager.”

I retorted, “We’re not a typical family. And we’re certainly not 
a typical mother and daughter.”

She scrunched her lips.

“Mom, I said it this morning, and I just said it again. I want 
you to be my mother. But I also need you to be my friend. I need 
both from you. It’s because we’re not a typical family that I 
need your openness even more,” I sincerely pleaded.

She looked at me, slightly nodding that she understood, even if 
she might not agree yet.

“Plus I’m one of the cool kids. That means I’m special,” I 
preened silly-like.

She shook her head at me again, “You’re special to me ... even 
though you can be the silliest girl ever sometimes.”

I leaned in to hug her again. “Thanks for admitting so much to 
me. You know you can always trust me.”

“And thank you for the things you admitted, too.”

“I liked telling you, because that’s another thing I needed, Mom. 
I needed to know that you’re okay with what I’ve been doing. I 
want to be able to share things with you, too.”

Mom took a deep breath and let the air out slowly. “Yes, I can 
see that now.”

“So, any more admissions?” I asked with an eager smile.

“That wasn’t enough?!” she incredulously asked.

“I’m greedy like that, Mom.”

She looked off in thought. She was seriously considering 
admitting something else to me. I was falling in love with my 
mother!

“Your father should be here any time now.”

“Should we get dressed?”

“For now ... at least,” she replied, winking. “I suspect he’ll 
want to go to bed early tonight as well.”

“Can I watch?” I boldly asked.

Mom actually seemed to consider whether to let me.

“I asked you to give me some time before we do things, Mel. 
Please do. And I think your daddy probably will want some alone 
time with me.”

“That’s cool. You two have a lot to talk about as well,” I said, 
raising my eyebrow.

“Yes, we do.”

“Mom, can we do this more?”

“What do you mean?”

“Talking, and you know, showing me your movies ...” I asked, 
shyly begging.

“You really want to see them?”

“Doris showed me a couple, but I want to see them all ... and I 
want you to tell me the story behind each of them,” I excitedly 
stated, smiling sweetly.

She looked at me curiously, “I can’t remember when you last did 
that to me!”

“What?” I asked, wondering what she was referring to.

“That smile ... the one you manipulate your father with all the 
time.” I had forgotten that she knew all my tricks.

“Did it work?” I asked, trying not to giggle.

“No,” she replied. I pouted. “But we’ll do it anyways.”

I squeezed her tight and quickly kissed her lips before walking 
to unlock her door. As I was leaving, I looked back to see her 
smiling. I just had to hurry back. I pulled Mom into a hug again.

“Mom, this has been the best weekend this summer.”

I kissed her on her lips again and ran from the room before she 
could say anything.

I was floating in the clouds. I couldn’t ever remember being this 
happy about things. Mom and I had really opened up to each other. 
The thing with Jennifer couldn’t have turned out better. She and 
I were closer than ever. Peter and I were in love with each 
other. Sarah was still my best friend in the world.

I was enjoying the moment. I couldn’t wait to talk to Doris!


******


Daddy arrived just as I had finished putting my top and shorts 
back on. He was glad to see all of us, especially Mom. 

After giving me a quick kiss and hug, and Jamie a just a hug, he 
attacked Mom ... or maybe it was Mom who attacked him. She became 
very emotional with him as well. I watched her burying her head 
against Daddy’s shoulder. I thought she was probably crying 
again. I hoped from tension released.

I knew it had been hard for Mom to tell me about her past, but I 
suddenly realized just how badly traumatized she really was. I 
felt really bad for her. I had forced it on her by mentioning her 
porn name.

She was whispering in his ear, and Daddy hugged her even tighter, 
glancing at me. I sorta grimaced when he did. But his stare 
didn’t reveal any anger or that he was upset. It was just an 
acknowledgement to me that I was the reason for her being so 
emotional.

Mom then pulled away from him slightly, sniffling a little but 
smiling happily. I smiled at both of them.

Moments later, Daddy was taking his clothes off in front of us. 
He looked between all of us and said, “You guys were just at a 
nudist campground. Have you forgotten how to take your clothes 
off that fast?

I shrugged at Mom and quickly pulled my top off, and slid out of 
my shorts. Jamie wasn’t far behind me. I giggled to myself at how 
much things had changed over the past few weeks.

Mom then grabbed Daddy’s hand and started pulling on it as she 
stepped toward the stairs. “Your father and I have some things to 
talk about. You two can entertain yourselves.”

Mom still had a spooked look about her. I wondered just what 
would go on upstairs in their bedroom. I was sure that right now 
they were not horny for each other. My knowing about Mom’s past 
had seriously rattled both of them. I guessed Mom had a lot to 
tell him, especially about me.


******


Jamie stayed downstairs and kept looking at me. He had something 
on his mind and it wasn’t hard for me to guess what it was.

“Something had Mom very upset when we got home. You know anything 
about that, Mel?” he asked subtle as brick with a big smirk on 
his face.

I kept quiet. But I had to think fast.

“She is still pretty nervous. What did you do, Mel? Did you screw 
up big time?”

“I didn’t think it was big time, but Mom seems to.”

“Well, spill it, sister,” Jamie had a big grin on his face.

“Well, you know the old fire tower at the campground?”

“You didn’t go up there, did you? That thing isn’t safe anymore. 
John has been talking about having it taken down.”

“Wait, you’re on a first name basis with Donkey Dick?” I 
curiously asked.

“Jealous?” he shot back, grinning. I just gave him a sneer as a 
reply.

I looked at him with disgust.

“You did go up there, didn’t you?!” he asked, sure of himself.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t by myself, though.”

“Who was with you?” he asked.

“Peter ... and a few others ...” I timidly admitted.

“Oh shit. I can understand Mom not being happy with you.”

“It gets worse, dear brother. Some people noticed the light from 
the lantern we had with us on the tower. They asked Mr. Meyer 
about it this morning. He told Mom about it. He doesn’t know it 
was us, but I think he suspected who might have been up there, 
and he was pissed. Mom got me to admit in the car that I had been 
up there.”

“And so she got on your case. Serves you right for doing 
something stupid like that, dear sister.” Jamie gloated.

It was time to take him down a notch or two. “Well the view from 
up there was pretty good. We had binoculars with us, too. Guess 
what I saw, Jamie?”

“Your tiny brain flushing down the toilet?”

“I’m putting you on pussy restriction,” I groaned at him.

“Okay, I’m sorry. What did you see?”

Guys were just too fucking easy.

“Well I saw you standing in front of the Meyers’ house. You were 
feeling up Mrs. Walcott pretty good and she had your dick in her 
hand. And I saw Mike and Mom standing next to you doing the same 
thing to each other.”

“You spied on us from up there?” Jamie looked suddenly very 
embarrassed. “And you told Mom?”

“Yup. We had a long talk about it upstairs.”

“Shit no wonder she was upset.”

I hoped his curiosity was satisfied with that bit of information. 
That I had seen him with Mrs. Walcott would probably stop him 
from pursuing the matter any further.

Indeed he changed the subject.

“So, little sis. Now that you had a chance to go camping in the 
buff, did you have a good time?”

“Yeah, big brother. And I know you did, too. The question is will 
Sarah be happy with your good time?”

“I hope so. You know her better than me though.”

I started to bash him for not knowing his girlfriend all that 
well, but he was right. Sarah and I were like twins, and even I 
wasn’t sure she would be happy about everything he did.”

“Are you going to tell her everything?”

“If I don’t, you will,” he gruffed.

I scooted over and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

“If there is something you don’t want her to know, tell me.”

“What? So you can have fun telling her yourself?”

I sighed, “I won’t tell her. Not even if she asks.”

“Yeah, right,” he replied derisively.

I put my face right at his. “I swear I won’t.”

“Seriously?”

“You’re my brother. That means we have a bond that Sarah and I 
will never have. If it ever comes down to choosing between the 
two of you, you’ll always win out.”

“I’m glad you’re my sister. You’ll always win out with me, too.”

“Of course, if you’re really fucking up, I might have to tell her 
for YOUR own good.”

“Like what?”

“Like if you’re doing something that could really hurt you, I’ll 
get her to help me stop you.”

“I guess that’s cool. So, I’m stuck with you, huh?”

“I’m a life sentence, doofus. No chance for parole either. I’ll 
be like one of those tracking bracelets around your ankle.”

“You’re more like a Chihuahua biting my ankle.”

I started to smack him, but I let it go, not without a pit bull 
like snarl though.

“You look out for me, and I’ll look out for you,” I said, without 
the snarl.

“Keep it up and I might begin to think you like me.”

“I can already tell you like me,” I said, looking down at his 
hard-on.

“Jesus, Mel. You’re a hot sexy girl. What did you expect?” he 
said. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t my sister so I could date 
you.”

“You’d want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Hells yeah!”

I almost started crying. I leaned in and kissed him tenderly. Of 
course, it didn’t end there. That kiss turned into one long 
passionate kiss, and in the middle of it, we both maneuvered so 
his cock could slip inside me. We kept up our deep kissing as we 
ground together.

“Fuck me, Jamie,” I managed to breathlessly say with our mouths 
twisting together.

The intense passion between us caused both of us to cum rather 
quickly. We grunted and groaned into each other’s mouth.

As we came down from out orgasms, we kept our faces together 
while we took deep breaths.

“You better be fucking Sarah that good,” I told him.

“I will as soon as we can get together,” he replied. His hand was 
stroking up and down my flanks, which felt incredible. “I hope 
you and I can fuck like this forever.”

I hadn’t really considered that idea. Would things change between 
us when one or both of us were married? That was a long way off 
though. We could deal with that later.

But was Sarah still okay with me fucking her boyfriend? She had 
said she was, before the nudist weekend at the Rayners. And that 
had been only two weeks ago. Had Sarah and Jamie talked ground 
rules like Peter and I had?

“Is Sarah still cool with you fucking me?” I asked Jamie. “Did 
you talk ground rules?”

“Yeah, we did,” my brother replied, looking none too happy. “She 
said I can fuck you, and adults, but not Penny, Pam, Kari or 
Julie.”

“So your little slut Penny is out right now?”

Jamie looked kind of ruefully as he answered, “Yes. And that’s 
why I stayed away from her all weekend.” Suddenly he grinned 
again. “And it sure wasn’t easy.”

I had to giggle picturing Penny chasing him.

“You know what Mom and Daddy are doing?” I asked, with a wicked 
smile. I wanted to make sure that he didn’t ask me anymore about 
Mom being upset.

“Yeah,” he grinned in return.

“I think we’ve got the best parents in the world,” I happily 
said.

“They are pretty cool,” he said, kissing me again.

“Whoa, buster. You better save some for Sarah.”

“I’ve missed her.”

“Good,” I said, with a satisfied smirk. “I like it very much that 
my brother is in love with my best friend and that you’re a 
couple.”

“Most girls would be pissed that their brother was dating their 
best friend, especially fucking her,” he stated.

“You know damn well that I’m not like most girls,” I reminded 
him. He knew I was right, too.

We then both went and took a quick shower ... together.

As we were drying off, I told him, “You know you have some 
explaining to do for me.”

“About this weekend?”

“Yeah, and about the past few years as well.”

“Some of it is secrets, Mel,” he said. I replied by brushing 
against him, and fondling his dick. “Okay, sis. But some things I 
might not be able to explain without breaking a solemn promise.”

“We’ll see,” I said, and then wrapped my arms around his neck, 
pulling him into a deep kiss. I then softly caressed the side of 
his face before I stepped toward the bathroom door, looking back 
at him sexily as I opened it and walked out.

He knew he had already lost the battle before it had even begun.


******


I sat in the family room staring at the TV. Jamie was camped out 
in his bedroom as usual, most likely on the phone with Sarah. My 
mind was on other things though.

“What are you smiling about?” Daddy asked while walking into the 
room and sitting down beside me.

“I’m just in a good mood,” I happily said to him.

Mom then appeared at the door, “I could use a little help fixing 
supper tonight.”

When I glanced at her, she was looking right at me. I knew she 
had something to talk to me about. I was certain it was prompted 
by her talk with Daddy. I was a little surprised when he stood up 
and followed us into the kitchen.

Mom and I put on an apron, which is a definite must if you’re a 
nudist. I figured she had something to say to me, but she seemed 
a little preoccupied.

“You okay, Mom?” I asked, concerned.

“Your father and I had a good talk ...”

Daddy spoke up, “Your mother told me what the two of you talked 
about today ... especially her past.”

“I didn’t mean to upset everyone so much ...”

Mom turned and put her hand on my arm, “I’m okay, honey. I never 
expected you to find out about my past, however. You really 
blindsided me.”

“I’m sorry for doing that, but I didn’t know of any other way to 
bring it up.”

She replied, “I know. It was a lot for you to have on your mind 
... wondering just how your mom could be involved in such things. 
I’m not sure what stunned me the most - you bringing it up or you 
not having a problem with any of it.”

Daddy added, “When your mother said you’d found out, it caught me 
off-guard as well.”

“I noticed the look you gave me,” I told him. “I wasn’t sure what 
you were feeling.”

“It was concern for both of you. You two had been at such odds 
with each other for so long. But then you seemed to be getting a 
lot closer lately. My initial thought was, all that had been 
lost, because neither of us thought you’d handle that knowledge 
well.”

“So I surprised you?”

Mom said, “You no longer surprise me, sweetie. I just didn’t 
expect to ever have that conversation with you. I thought all 
that was buried in the past. Doris and a few close friends know, 
but I trust them completely.”

“Mom, are you mad at Doris for telling me?”

“I wanted to be, but it turns out she knew you better than we 
did, or at least trusted what she saw in you enough to reveal it 
all to you.”

“Well, she has as much to lose as you, Mom.”

“True ...”

“She’s been pushing me to talk to you more, to try to communicate 
with you about the things that were bothering me. She knew what I 
really wanted,” I said. “I think you’ve got a terrific friend in 
Doris.”

“She is a great friend,” she said, stepping over beside Daddy and 
putting her arms around him. “But my best friend in the world is 
my husband,” she said, looking deeply into his eyes. The love 
between them was never more apparent than at that moment. They 
kissed tenderly.

I scrunched my lips, trying to hold back my tears.

“You’re about to cry, baby,” she said to me, tearing up herself.

“I am not,” I softly said, my tears now freely flowing. Even 
Daddy had a tear moving down his cheek.

They both extended an arm to me. I stepped into their embrace.

Daddy said, “We share something now that has to remain between 
us. Agreed?”

I nodded to both of them. “I swear I won’t tell anyone you guys 
don’t approve of.”

He added, “It’s not just that. What we share is a confidence in 
each other. We all know what is at stake. We have to look out for 
each other. We have to protect one another.”

Mom reached over to wipe the tears from my face. “We’ve come a 
long way, Mel. We have to look out for each other. You can’t let 
your adventurous and daring nature get out of control. I’ve had 
to do the same.”

“I understand. But ... all I’ve ever wanted is for you to talk to 
me ... You too, Daddy. I just want to be included in everything.”

Daddy replied, “Well, everything isn’t always possible, but your 
mother and I won’t exclude you like we have been doing. But you 
have to be responsible with the things you become involved in, 
especially the things you’ll learn about.”

“I will be. I know how dangerous what I now know can be.”

They both kissed me. Mom and I went back to fixing supper.

Daddy sat at the table close to us. “And we all have to really 
try to communicate better. That means you, too, Melissa. When Mom 
asks if you had a good time you need to give us a straight 
answer. Do you understand? Communication is not a one-way 
street.”

I nodded. I knew he was right. I would have to try to do a better 
job talking to them as well.

“Daddy, what did you know about Mom when you first started dating 
her?”

I glanced at Mom, wondering if I had crossed the line. She looked 
at me sternly for just a brief moment, before turning to Daddy. 
He was looking at her, too. 

“It’s okay,” she said rather lightheartedly. I smiled at her as 
she turned back to me, and she smiled as well.

“We met in a class we took together during our senior year. When 
we first began dating, I didn’t know anything other than she was 
a damn sexy girl that I wanted to know better.”

I turned to grin at him. “Mom was hawt stuff, huh?”

“The hottest,” he quickly replied with a big grin. I glanced at 
Mom. She was blushing.

Daddy continued, “We had sex on our second date.”

“It took you that long?” I teased him.

“We’re not all as quick as you and Peter were,” Mom teased me. 
Now I was the one blushing.

“Any way,” Daddy started again. “Our first date wasn’t really a 
date. I ran into her at a party. We talked a lot and danced a few 
times. She left with me to hang out together. We ended up at a 
Waffle House where we ate and talked for a few hours. I asked her 
to go out on a date with me, and she said yes. We dated for about 
a month before we both knew things were getting serious. We 
hadn’t been exclusively dating during that time, but I had fallen 
for her. By the time I asked her to be my girlfriend, I was 
already deeply in love, and she was in love with me as well. It 
was then that she explained everything to me.”

“Were you shocked?”

“Very. It made me stop and think about just how deeply I felt for 
her. At the time, my head was telling me I had made a mistake and 
to run, but my heart was already won over.”

“That’s so sweet ...”

Mom said, “It might seem sweet now, sweetie, but it was really 
traumatic for both of us at the time. I didn’t really know how 
your father would react. It took weeks before I finally decided 
he was okay with it.”

“Is that why you were so worried about what I’d think and do?”

“That’s exactly why. It would’ve killed me if my own daughter had 
disowned me or something,” I could see Mom’s nerves were still on 
edge and very frayed. It just might take her weeks to really 
relax about my knowing.

“Well, you can relax, Mom. I’m totally cool with it.” She nodded, 
but it was obvious this was gonna take time.

“Your mother and I are glad you’re okay with everything. I’ve 
been concerned about the two of you. I’m very happy just watching 
the two of you right now, the way you’re talking,” he said, 
looking at us admiringly. We were his two girls, special to him 
in different ways.

Daddy then said, “Mel, about John Meyer ...”

I turned completely around to look at him.

Mom interrupted Daddy, “Before your father explains things, let 
me tell you how I met him.”

“I was kinda wondering about that,” I stated.

“Well, I met John on one of my shoots. He was doing a scene in 
the same movie I was in.”

“I guess I should’ve figured that out myself,” I said. “Where 
else would a donkey dick go for work,” I snickered.

“Honey,” Mom said with a disapproving look. “John’s skills aren’t 
just in porn ... or dependent on his cock. He’s a very good 
business man as well. For example, he took the campground and 
made it very popular and profitable.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to say he wasn’t ...”

“I know you’re joking around, but there is more to the man than 
his dick.”

Daddy looked at me and said, “I’ve known about him as well. Your 
mother told me that they had worked together, and that there was 
nothing more to it other than friendship.”

“That’s all there ever has been between us, sweetie,” Mom stated. 
“Our relationship was a working one. We were friends while on 
location, but we never dated or anything.”

“Why not?” I asked. “You were as freakin gorgeous then as you are 
now!”

“Thanks, baby, but he was already in a relationship with Erica.”

“Erica was doing porn, too? Who else do I know that did porn?”

“No one else that you personally know,” she replied. I started to 
ask if anyone else I knew was a prostitute, but decided to leave 
it alone for now.

“Mrs. Clark didn’t do any of this? I thought you two did 
everything together.”

“We did many things together, but she drew the line at what Doris 
and I were doing. She really worried about me after she found 
out. She was the one who thought things through while I was too 
busy already doing those things.”

I then looked closely at Daddy. He immediately read my 
inquisitive look. “I was never a porn star, honey,” he said, 
chuckling.

“You could’ve been,” I sincerely said. I then hoped he took it as 
a compliment.

“I’m glad you think that, baby ... I think,” he uneasily said, 
turning to look at Mom who was trying to keep from laughing at 
his discomfort.

I then asked, “So John and Erica met doing porn?”

“Uh huh,” Mom answered. “And they got married about five years 
later after they both quit, and started other business ventures 
together.”

“So cool,” I said. “When did you meet them, Daddy?”

“I met both of them years later after your mother and I started 
camping with the Walcotts. I became good friends with John 
myself. By then, he was married to Erica. We arranged to meet up 
together at different nudist campgrounds and resorts. They got 
the idea to buy Forest Acres and turn it into a nudist campground 
not long after I first met them. It took them a few years to get 
it started though.”

“Did you guys have sex with them back then?” I asked, hoping I 
hadn’t crossed any lines. Daddy glanced quickly at Mom, and she 
just smiled in return.

He replied, “We did. At first, we had sex together as a foursome 
mostly, but sometimes Brent and Terri were with us as well. After 
about a year, your mom and I started spending time separately 
with John and Erica, swapping spouses for a night or even a 
weekend away from each other.”

I wasn’t quite sure what I thought of that. The idea of swapping 
and going off alone sorta unnerved me a little. I figured they 
had enough faith in each other not to let things get out of 
control.

“Does the idea of that bother you, Mel?” Mom asked.

“Not really, I don’t know, I’m not sure. I guess I might wonder 
if my husband and the other wife could get too serious that way. 
It seems like it would be too easy for an affair to begin.”

“It’s not for couples that aren’t totally committed to each 
other. It takes a lot of communication to make something like 
that work. A whole lot. If there is any jealousy at all, it’s 
doomed to be a nightmare,” Daddy said. “However, if everyone 
involved works at it, it can be a very fun thing to do.”

“But that’s just it. How do you know that the rules were followed 
if you’re not there to know?”

“That’s where faith in your spouse and your relationship comes 
into play. If you have a strong marriage, it can work. It’s 
something you wouldn’t want to do regularly, but a few times a 
year worked out fine for us.”

“You never worried about Mr. Meyer stealing Mom from you?”

“No. In fact, it was the other way around,” he said. I looked at 
him puzzled.

“What your father means is that I was worried more about Erica 
trying to steal your father away. Erica had a bit of a crush on 
him.”

I was thinking about Peter. How would he feel about me spending 
nights with other guys? And how would I feel about him spending 
nights with other girls or women? It was definitely something I 
had to talk to him about.

Daddy asked me, “Surprised?”

“Sorta ...”

“Because of John’s huge dick? You thought Erica wouldn’t be as 
interested in me?” Daddy asked, grinning at me.

I blushed while looking at him, embarrassed. “No ... I mean ... I 
dunno ...” I replied, mortified that I had unintentionally 
insulted Daddy like that. He seemed to take it in stride though. 
“What I meant though was he was probably something of a Hollywood 
star, even if it was because of acting in porn.”

“He is a very nice man, Mel. He has a lot going for him,” Mom 
said. “It made acting very easy for him.”

“Are you including his donkey dick in that?” I somewhat 
cautiously joked. Thankfully, she let it go without reminding me 
of her explanation that he was more than the sum of the inches of 
his cock. She did address my previous comment about Daddy though.

Mom said, “What did I tell you? Your father has the perfect cock 
for me ... for more than just my pussy.”

“Apparently for Erica, too,” I giggled. They both laughed a 
little with me.

“It takes a while to get used to John,” Mom said. “It’s fun, but 
not on a regularly basis.”

“I would think Erica would get used to it. I mean, pussies do 
stretch, right?” I asked.

“That they do, including your rectum to some degree. But if 
you’re a regular fan of anal sex ...” Mom paused, smiling.

“Ouch!” I said, wincing at the thought of Mr. Meyer’s cock up my 
butt.

“Again, your father is a perfect fit,” Mom snickered.

I looked at Daddy, raising my eyebrow at him with a cute smile. 
He seemed to get a little embarrassed at my brashness. I thought 
it was so cute.

Mom then said, “And just so you know, I told him about everything 
that happened over the weekend.”

“Everything?” I asked her, astonished.

“Well, not in detail, but I’ll get around to that later,” she 
said.

“You admitted a lot to Daddy then,” I said. “Anything else you’d 
like to admit to me now,” I slyly asked.

Mom seemed to think for a short time. “Do you remember the first 
Saturday in June?”

I looked at her trying to recall what I was doing that day.

“I came home from going to see Colleen about a PTSO fundraiser 
... and you were upstairs ...”

I still wasn’t sure what she was referring to. She could 
obviously tell from my quizzical look.

“I was down in the basement at the computer ...”

My eyes went wide as I remembered. “Oh ... my ... Gawd!” I softly 
exclaimed, my hand going to my mouth as I glanced back and forth 
between my parents.

“I heard you coming down the basement stairs ...”

“You knew I was ... spying?” I asked her.

She just smiled.

“Oh shit,” I quietly whined. She half chuckled, touching my arm 
tenderly. Daddy sat there grinning. He obviously knew everything.

“When you started spying, I acted like I didn’t know you were 
there.”

“So you knew I was spying when Daddy came downstairs and started 
feeling you up? He almost caught me himself!”

“Well, your father obviously didn’t see you. I figured you’d 
slipped into the bathroom when you heard him at the basement 
door.”

“And you gave him a blowjob knowing I could see?”

“Not only did I know you could see, I made sure to give you the 
best angle I could.”

I stared at her.

“I teasingly licked the head of his cock just for you.”

I kept staring.

“I had a lot of fun with his cum. Did you see that string of cum 
that stretched from his cock to my mouth? I caught it on my 
finger and took it into my mouth just for you as well.

“You put on a show for me?”

“Well, if you were going to spy on us, I wanted you to learn a 
few things at least.”

Home schooling took on a whole new meaning for me.

I looked at Daddy, “You knew I was hiding in the bathroom when 
you mentioned taking a shower, knowing I probably was hiding in 
it?”

He just shrugged and grinned. 

Mom said, “Your father didn’t know you were spying until Jamie 
got home and surprised all of us. I was able to let your father 
know after mentioning the bathroom ... for your benefit. I knew 
you’d be busy trying to get into the shower so you would be out 
of sight.”

“You’re both evil parents ... putting me through that. Bad Mommy 
and Daddy,” I playfully chastised.

“Uh huh,” Mom said sarcastically. She then playfully chastised 
me, “Who just a short time later kissed me knowing her father’s 
cum was probably still on my mouth?” I was so busted. “And you 
held that kiss for the longest time, young lady.”

I just shrugged, sucking on my lips to try to keep them from 
seeing me smiling.

“There is something I’m curious about,” I started, looking at 
Mom. “What were you watching on the computer when I first came 
downstairs?” 

“I looked at the pictures and video of you and the Clarks from 
the night before,” Mom said. “I didn’t get a chance to look at 
some of the pictures or all of the video before I left the 
Clarks.”

“I didn’t hear any sound coming from the computer though.”

“I had the sound off,” she replied. “I knew you were in the 
house.”

I looked down blushing. Given everything that I had done lately, 
I wasn’t sure why that embarrassed me. But it did. I still 
vividly remembered sucking Mr. Clark’s cock for the first time 
while wearing my cheer uniform. I had also sucked his cum from 
Mrs. Clark’s pussy. Later after her husband had come in her 
mouth, Mrs. Clark and I had swapped his cum back and forth 
between our mouths. My mother had probably looked at the pictures 
and some video of me doing all of that.

“I didn’t know they had a video camera that night,” I shyly 
replied. Mom shrugged at me somewhat bashfully, knowing she had 
given away yet another secret between her and Mrs. Clark. I made 
a mental note to ask Mom later to see the video.

I remembered even fretting over what Mom might ask me about that 
night when I got home. I had just been a player in their sex 
games. I felt the urge to be pissed off about it, like I had been 
in the past. But things were so different now. The only urge I 
felt now was to play the games with Mom and Daddy. So much had 
changed over the past weekend!

And I knew exactly what game I needed to play now. “So, Mom, who 
looked hotter sucking the other’s father off in a cheer uniform, 
Sarah or me?”

They just stared at me unbelievingly. Then they shook their heads 
in unison.

Finally Daddy chuckled and continued to shake his head, “Your 
daughter, Andrea!”

I clearly scored points in that round.

“So ... any other admissions?” I asked gleefully.

“Greedy, aren’t we,” Mom stated, shaking her head.

“Will you answer a question for me then?” I asked.

I think their curiosity got the best of them. Mom looked at 
Daddy, and he said, “Ask away.”

“Remember when I told you it was okay to spy on me with Peter?” I 
asked, looking at Mom.

“Yeah,” she replied, turning her head to look at me curiously. I 
had Daddy’s complete attention too.

“Did either of you ever watch me before that time?”

Mom glanced at Daddy, “One time I did unlock your bedroom door 
late at night to check on you. I saw Jamie lying naked with you. 
You had your hand on his cock. I got your father to come take a 
look as well. We knew what you two had been up to.”

“I figured you might have. I found the door unlocked, and Jamie 
was sure he’d locked it.”

“Our bad,” Daddy responded. “We didn’t think to lock it back. 
Your Mom had her hand on me ... just like yours was on Jamie.”

“Were you playing with Daddy while looking at us,” I asked Mom.

“I wasn’t just playing, missy. I kneeled down and gave him a 
blowjob. He almost groaned too loud when he came. That’s probably 
why we forgot to lock the door back,” Mom brashly admitted.

Mom came up to me and held me by my shoulders. “Mel, we talked 
about some of it in the car and this morning. We have watched you 
several times, not so much to spy on you, but to make sure that 
you were okay with what happened to you and what you did. We had 
to make sure that you would not get hurt. Or we have had close 
friends watch out for you. Remember when you discovered everyone 
naked at the Rayners’ house?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I had Jamie keep an eye on you. And as a reward you used him as 
your punching bag. Not nice.” Mom looked at me sternly. 

“And Doris had called me when Mrs. Rayner was talking to you. So 
I asked her to watch out for you, too, if you decided to stay.”

I looked at them both, astonished.

Mom then asked, “So, Mel. Any admissions for us?”

“Well, there was this one time at band camp ...”

Mom popped my arm gently.

“Okay! Well ... since you brought up the day of your supposed 
PTSO fundraiser meeting at the Clarks ...”

They both looked at me very enquiringly.

“After I started that load of laundry, I rode my bike over to the 
Clarks.”

Mom said, “You didn’t come by that I remember.”

“That’s because I didn’t go inside. I spied on you guys from 
their family room window.”

“You sneaky little ...” Mom grabbed me around the neck, feigning 
being angry. “Just what did you see?”

“Nothing involving you specifically, except that you were looking 
at pictures and a video. And you were involved in a rather sexy 
kiss as you left,” I wryly smiled. “I did see a threesome with 
the Clarks and Mrs. Rayner though.”

After I told them that, they both seemed to be unnerved again. 
Then I realized that they both had to be wondering just what all 
I had discovered on my own. I suspected they figured I had other 
bigger admissions to make that likely involved them.

They hadn’t been as successful at hiding things from me as they 
had thought. The gaze between them grew even more intense as that 
realization seemed to sink in.

Daddy looked at me very seriously. “Melissa, we will have to talk 
...”

Jamie then came into the kitchen and interrupted Daddy, asking, 
“Mom, Dad ... Can Sarah come over for supper?”

Daddy replied, “That’s fine, son.”

I then turned back to the counter to continue with preparing 
supper. Mom joined me as well, quickly glancing at me several 
different times. I knew she was concerned about what I had 
learned about them that they had tried to hide from me. I didn’t 
say anything though. It wasn’t that I intended not to answer any 
of her questions. I sorta liked having the tables turned though.


******


Sarah came over just as supper was ready. She threw herself into 
Jamie’s arms. Their greeting became very intense and left them 
both breathless. Jamie sported a raging hard-on.

“Down, boy,” Sarah playfully slapped his cock. “I’m hungry for 
food first.” She kissed a very embarrassed Jamie. She then 
quickly stripped down naked with the rest of us.

Mom and Daddy came out of the kitchen after hearing Sarah 
talking. She walked over and gave them both a hug. I could see 
that there still was some uneasiness between the three of them 
with me standing there. Heck, I was a bit weirded out still - my 
best friend being intimate with my parents. I’m sure she would 
feel the same with me and her parents for a while.

I was hoping to have some time to talk to her about the weekend. 
That was something I couldn’t do in just a few minutes either. 
Talking about Jennifer would take up a long time, and I wanted 
Sarah to know Jennifer was a lesbian before she saw her again. I 
had too much to tell her with the time we had right now.

Sarah walked over and hugged me. “You look hot in an apron,” she 
teased.

“I missed you too, my little slut,” I replied. She feigned an 
angry look. She still didn’t care for me calling her that. But 
she knew I wasn’t slamming her. Quite the opposite.

I whispered in her ear, “I’ve got soooo much to tell you about 
this weekend.”

She replied, “I’ve got some things to tell you, too. We’ll find 
some time.”

What could she have to tell me about her weekend? She was at her 
grandparents the whole time, or so I was told.

I had set the table in the dining room as Mom brought in the food 
from the kitchen. Daddy had opened a bottle of wine and he poured 
a small glass for Sarah, Jamie and me. Wow, I thought. I guess 
I’m not too young anymore for at least for a few things.

Mom and I got rid of our aprons. We all grabbed a towel and sat 
down to eat, Daddy in his usual spot at the head of the table. I 
sat next to Mom with Jamie and Sarah across from me. We made 
small talk and enjoyed the closeness that had developed between 
us. Sarah noticed it, too, and looked at me from time to time 
questioningly.

As we sat there eating, Daddy jokingly asked, “Did I hear 
correctly that Melissa is married?”

Sarah’s mouth fell open as she stared at me.

Jamie said, “Yeah, and there’s a video to prove it, too.”

I stared at Mom, knowing she had likely put Daddy up to 
embarrassing me. She just smiled at me.

I decided to turn the tables a little, “I’d like to see that 
video.”

“Me too!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Ditto,” Daddy added.

Mom shook her head at me as if to acknowledge my ability to turn 
this from something embarrassing into something fun.

Before we had finished eating, the phone rang. Mom got up and 
answered it, going into the kitchen to talk.

When she came back into the room, she said, “That was Maggie. 
She, Kent and Peter want to see the video, too. Since you all 
want to see it, I asked them over. They’ll be here in about 15 
minutes.”

I grimaced as Mom looked at me, knowing she had gotten the best 
of me. 

After supper, Daddy got everything set up in the family room to 
watch the video. The three Rayners joined us about that time.

Peter kissed and hugged me and then kept his arm around my 
shoulder. I liked that he seemed to feel a little possessive 
about me. It was fun to see the adults feeling awkward and not 
knowing how far they could go greeting each other in front of us 
kids.

“Well, why don’t you all get naked while I pour some drinks?” 
Daddy asked.

The Rayners quickly shed their clothes and put them on the couch 
in the living room. Mom handed out towels for them to sit on. 
Daddy passed around some cocktails for the adults and handed 
Cokes to us kids.

Daddy sat down, too. He fiddled with the equipment while Mom 
turned out the lights. He started the video. The TV screen stayed 
dark for a moment before the tents came into view. The video 
kicked in sometime while Peter and I were making out. Apparently 
Jamie had gone to get the camera from Mom then.

We finished our drinks and set the glasses and cans on the table.

Jamie had caught everything. Me making out with Peter, the 
silliness of the wedding preparations, and Penny’s crazy 
ceremony. I was surprised how well Jamie had recorded everything. 
The sound was great, too.

But the real highlight was Peter making love to me after the 
ceremony. I had been an eager participant, but I was surprised 
how different it felt watching myself while Peter was making love 
to me. We looked incredibly erotic the way we were touching each 
other, the way we looked at each other, and the way our bodies 
moved against each other.

I glanced around to see four hard-ons developing as well. 
Everybody was glued to the screen, especially Daddy. He watched 
his young daughter getting fucked by her boyfriend. It must have 
been a very intense experience for him. Mom had seen us, but she 
still watched closely the scene on the screen.

We were all absolutely quiet as the sound of the video filled the 
room.

Jamie had moved around as he recorded us. He had captured Peter’s 
cock moving in and out of my pussy, my legs high up in the air, 
my loud moaning that nobody had stopped, my face twisted in 
pleasure as I was just about to cum, Peter’s groans as he was 
about to fill me with his cum, and finally Peter’s face in orgasm 
as he pumped his cum into me. The camera then quickly focused on 
my face showing me in full orgasm almost screaming. Gawd, I was 
loud.

I looked at Sarah. She knew I was trying to get her attention. 
She quickly realized I was up to something. I then looked at Mr. 
Rayner’s cock, and then Daddy’s. She got the hint when I made an 
oval out of my lips and pretended like I was sucking. She nodded. 
I nodded back.

I gave Peter a quick glance. Sticking my tongue out and wiggling 
it like I was licking a clit. I then looked at Mom and nodded. 
His grin and nod told me he understood immediately. He had 
obviously been watching the nonverbal exchange between me and 
Sarah. I hoped that Jamie would get the hint rather quickly, too. 
But then again, he was a horn dog. As soon as he would see what 
me, Peter and Sarah were about to do, he would quickly join in.

Before Daddy and Mr. Rayner knew what had happened to them, Sarah 
had Daddy’s cock in her mouth, eagerly sucking on it. And I had 
Mr. Rayner’s, taking it almost into my throat. Their surprised 
reactions were quickly followed by Mom’s, and not long after by 
Mrs. Rayner’s. Peter had pushed Mom’s legs apart and was trying 
to lick her pussy while Jamie was already licking Mrs. Rayner’s.

Mom was trying to push Peter off, but he was having none of it. 
He firmly held on to her hips. I noticed Daddy tried to pull 
Sarah off, but apparently she put her teeth to him because he 
suddenly yelped.

“Don’t bite it off, girl!” Mr. Rayner laughed. “Come on, Greg, 
just enjoy it. It’s not like it is the first time for the two of 
you.”

Maggie chimed in. “Yeah, Andrea. Don’t fight Peter. He is good at 
licking clits. Just ask your daughter.” As if she didn’t know 
from her own personal experience.

Mom and Daddy, their faces red with embarrassment, reluctantly 
relented. They had had sex with Sarah and Peter before. But they 
clearly were extremely uncomfortable with me watching them having 
sex with my boyfriend and my best friend. However, with the 
Rayners here they didn’t have a chance. I silently thanked them 
for being so kinky.

Jamie was really getting into licking Mrs. Rayner’s pussy. She 
obviously enjoyed herself. She even spread her cunt lips for 
Jamie’s tongue to have easier access. She had her eyes closed and 
panted with her mouth slightly open.

Mom wasn’t fighting Peter anymore, but her upper body seemed 
rather rigid. She had not gotten into Peter eating her out at 
all. I felt sorry for her and for Peter, because she could not 
yet be comfortable with me watching her have sex, and for Peter 
because he had to work so hard.

Mr. Rayner’s cock had not really been very stiff when I first put 
it in my mouth. But his cock grew rapidly as I swirled my tongue 
around its tip and sucked on it with determination. I liked his 
cock in my mouth. I could feel the ridges of its veins sliding 
over my tongue. It made me want to put his cock somewhere else.

Just as I was thinking how to accomplish that, Mr. Rayner put 
both hands on my shoulders and started to pull me up. “Sit on my 
lap, Melissa,” he whispered eagerly. “I want to fuck you now.”

I got up and straddled his thighs. I grabbed his cock, lined it 
up with my juicy opening and let myself sink slowly down on his 
cock until I had it completely in me. What a weekend, I thought. 
Peter and I had become a couple. And here I was fucking his dad 
already. Wild didn’t adequately describe it.

Sarah noticed that Daddy had gotten more at ease with her sucking 
him. She quickly scooted into his lap and stuffed his hard cock 
into her eager pussy. Gawd, she knew what she was doing the way 
she didn’t jump up and down on Daddy’s cock like I was on Mr. 
Rayner’s, but rather just tilted her hips back and forth.

I copied her movements. I started to groan as the shaft of his 
cock was firmly rubbing against my clit.

He liked it, too. He moaned, “That’s it, girl. Keep it up ... 
oohhh, your pussy feels so good. I’ll just have to fill it with 
my cum.” He had his hands on my tits and alternated between 
squeezing them nicely and pinching my nipples pretty hard. He was 
getting me even more excited.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see that Peter and Jamie 
had followed suite. Mrs. Rayner and Mom were on their backs on 
the carpet with their lovers between their legs, fucking into 
them hard. I hadn’t seen how Peter had convinced Mom, but I was 
glad that she had finally started to enjoy herself, too.

I kept glancing at Daddy and Sarah, and then again at Mom and 
Peter. My boyfriend rested his upper body on his elbows. He 
pushed my mom’s tits together and played with her nipples. He 
pounded hard into her.

Mom had her eyes closed, her mouth was slightly open. She was 
moaning and her breathing had quickened. She looked like she was 
close to orgasm. Was it turning her on that her daughter was 
watching her getting fucked by her daughter’s boyfriend? While 
her daughter fucked his dad?

Mr. Rayner kept pushing into me as I rode his cock trying to take 
him as deep as I could. He bottomed out in my pussy and shoved my 
womb upwards. It hurt a little but it felt good in a strange way. 
I suddenly understood what Mom meant about John’s cock being 
uncomfortable.

He finally noticed me looking over at Mom. He pulled my head 
close so that his mouth was at my ear. “First time you watched 
your mom and daddy fucking your closest friends?”

I couldn’t answer because I came hard. I would never know whether 
his question, his fucking, or watching my mom and daddy fucking 
got me off. I fell against him exhausted with my head resting on 
his shoulder. He held me tightly against him as he came too, 
unloading his sperm into my so very wet pussy. I felt some of our 
combined juices running out of my cunt.

The others must have cum, too. I heard them moaning and a couple 
of squeals, but somehow it only vaguely registered in my numb 
brain.

We were catching our breaths and we all looked at each other. I 
think it was a first even for the Rayners having four kids having 
sex with four adults. It was definitely a first for me to see 
both my parents fucking others while together.

Mom looked at me for a second and then almost scolded me. 
“Melissa, I don’t even have to ask whose idea this was, do I? You 
are so dangerous all by yourself!” She was not smiling. I could 
not tell if she was really pissed off ... or just uncomfortable 
with me and Jamie having seen her having sex with Peter. Or was 
she just trying to put up a front?

I blushed, though, because everyone was looking at me.

Mr. and Mrs. Rayner laughed though. He said, “Andrea, if your 
daughter’s dares turn out likes this, she can be all the 
dangerous she wants with me at any time, as far as I’m 
concerned.”

Mrs. Rayner playfully kicked him. “Hey, you old lecher, you’re 
talking about your son’s girlfriend.”

Daddy got in on it, too. He apparently took things in stride. 
“Well, Kent, you already have three women in your family on your 
hands. Think you can handle Andrea’s daughter as a daughter-in-
law, too?”

“Daddy!” I shouted. He just laughed softly at my embarrassment. I 
scrunched my face at him.

Mr. Rayner put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. 
“Don’t worry, Greg. Peter can take care of her. He doesn’t need 
any help with a woman. Right Andrea?”

Mom blushed and didn’t say anything. She looked a little out of 
sorts. I was as well. This was new for both of us. Plus, the day 
had been very traumatic for her.

She then got Peter to get off of her and got up. She returned 
with a box of tissues and passed it around so we all could wipe 
the cum from our pussies, and Mr. Rayner and Daddy from their 
laps and cocks.

I liked the light-hearted banter, but I liked being included for 
change even more.

“Well, this has been fun, guys,” Maggie stood up. “Thanks Andrea 
and Greg for letting us see the video. Can we get a copy of it?” 
She chuckled. “And thanks, kids, for the fun after the movie, I 
really enjoyed it. I guess it has been a first for Andrea and 
Greg, too, hasn’t it? But it’s been a busy weekend and I’m kinda 
bushed. What ya say, Kent, we head on home.”

The Rayners got up and started to dress.

“Do you think your parents would let me spend the night?” Peter 
asked me.

“I need to talk with my parents about a few things,” I told him. 
“It might be better to wait until another night.”

He didn’t look all that happy.

“I promise I’ll ask them if you can start staying over some. I’m 
sure I can convince them.”

“I have no doubt in your persuasive ability,” Peter said 
jokingly. I popped his arm, acting insulted. Why I felt insulted 
didn’t make any sense. What he was insinuating at was a normal 
thing in his family.

As the Rayners finished getting dressed, I asked Mom, “Can Peter 
come over tomorrow afternoon?”

Mom answered. “If you and Jamie help with cleaning up and putting 
things away tomorrow, then it’s okay with me.”

Peter’s face lit up.

“Oh, and I almost forgot.” Mrs. Rayner looked at me. “I’m doing a 
formal birthday dinner for Peter Tuesday night. Melissa, you are 
invited.”

“Can I go, Mom, Daddy? Please?”

Mom smiled. “Sure sweetie, I’ll drive you over.”

Peter chimed in. “Can she spend the night?”

I looked at Mom, and she at me. We got our silent communications 
working. I was giving her my sweetest smile, even biting my 
bottom lip. She threw a quick glance at Daddy and I saw him nod 
slightly.

“Would that be okay with you, Maggie, Kent?” Mom asked her 
friends.

“Oh sure. Melissa and Peter are a couple now. So you’re always 
welcome, Melissa, to spend the night with him. Why don’t you come 
over around 5 o’clock,” Mrs. Rayner answered.

I appreciated her answering to me.

I wasn’t so sure if Mom and Daddy would feel the same way about 
Peter spending nights with me at our house. But they didn’t say 
anything, and they had let Sarah spend nights with Jamie.

We all said our goodbyes. I gave Peter a long deep kiss.

“If you keep sucking each other’s tongues like that, they will 
soon reach down to your knee caps,” Daddy teased us. They all 
laughed.

The Rayners left and Daddy closed the front door.

I saw Jamie and Sarah walking towards the stairs. He had his arm 
around her shoulders and she an arm around his waist. They said a 
quick “good night,” and went up to Jamie’s room. I was wondering 
if they had a lot to talk about, too.

I stayed downstairs and helped Mom straighten up the family room, 
which got a big smile and hug from her. “You’re growing up in 
more ways than one, sweetie. I like that.”

Daddy came up to us and hugged us both. “Well, at least you two 
aren’t scratching each other’s eyes out anymore.”

I broke free from their hugs. “Mom, Daddy, thanks for letting me 
go camping. It has opened up the way we are talking with each 
other. Peter and I are a lot closer. And Jennifer and I are 
better friends than ever.”

Daddy laughed. “Well, that’s not bad for just one weekend.”

Daddy gently caressed the top of my head. “You and Peter looked 
beautiful the way you made love, baby girl.”

“You didn’t look so bad with Sarah either.”

His face turned red again. “I shouldn’t have let you see me 
fucking your best friend.”

I went for broke. “And I think Mom looked pretty hot, too, with 
Peter fucking her.”

My parents were suddenly very uncomfortable. It had been a very 
unnerving day for both of them because of me. It was obvious they 
both were still very uneasy about things, including what we had 
just done in front of each other.

I knew I had gone as far as I could with them, so I decided to go 
to my room as well.

“Good night, Mom! Good night, Daddy!”

I just got a terse “Good Night” from both of them.


******


I had taken a quick shower and was already in bed, when Mom and 
Daddy knocked on my door.

“Melissa, mind if we come in? We’d like to talk with you alone 
for a minute.” Daddy had his arm around Mom, both were still 
naked. I could smell that they hadn’t cleaned up after having had 
sex with Sarah and Peter. Daddy’s cock still had some remnants of 
his sperm and Sarah’s pussy juice on it, and Mom’s thighs were 
kinda shiny.

“We should have had this talk some time ago, it is overdue now,” 
he continued.

I was uneasy about what might come up. Did he know about my 
smoking grass and drinking booze on the fire tower?

“Mind if we sit on your bed?” Daddy was clearly in charge this 
time.

I scooted over to make room for them.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked somewhat uneasy, 
looking between the two of them.

“You found out a lot of things this weekend, didn’t you?”

Gawd had I ever! I quietly nodded, thinking it best to say as 
little as needed for now.

“You also have discovered a lot before this weekend as well,” he 
added. He and Mom had obviously talked more after our 
conversation in the kitchen earlier.

I looked at him, very confused by what he just said. Daddy read 
my like a book.

“Well, it looks like I haven’t yet heard all that you found out. 
Or even everything you’ve been up to this weekend.”

He grinned. I blushed. Mom looked down in front of her.

“About what happened downstairs tonight ...” he started. “We’ve 
never talked with you about the things you now know we’ve been 
doing with Sarah ... as well as what your mother has been doing 
with Peter. I am sorry about that. We thought it was best at the 
time, and in some ways I still think we did the right thing. But 
it’s obvious you’re mature enough to handle knowing many more 
things now.”

I nodded again.

“Your mother’s concerns were justified. You are so much like her, 
and if you’re capable of doing the things she’s done in the past, 
then I was very comfortable at the time with erring on the side 
of caution when it came to you.”

Of course, I still didn’t agree, but it was hard to argue with 
their intent. They were doing what they thought was best. How can 
I hold that against them? I just wanted things to change now.

“You saw Sarah sucking me off and fucking me during the blindfold 
game in my bedroom. You didn’t seem to have a problem with her or 
me.”

I smiled sheepishly, which made both of them smile.

“I know about Sarah, Daddy,” I said softly, “Doris told me some 
of it a few weeks ago. And Sarah and I talked a good bit the 
afternoon we played the game with you. We talked about what she 
was doing with the two of you. We had kept so much from each 
other, and it finally all came out.”

I added, “Mom and I have talked a lot about Peter as well. And I 
have had a great talk with Peter. I think I know most of the 
stuff about him now, at least the important stuff.”

“Oh,” Daddy simply said, looking surprised at me, and then at 
Mom. It was obvious that Mom hadn’t been able to get Daddy up to 
speed on everything. So much had happened, and Mom had learned so 
much about me that even she had only suspected before. I was sure 
most of their time talking earlier had been concerning what I had 
learned about Mom’s past. Gawd, he still had so much to be told.

Mom said to him, “She knows quite a bit already, Greg. I haven’t 
had time to tell you everything ... other than about the 
blindfold game Sarah and Mel were involved in with you.”

I continued. “Sarah and I know that we both lost our virginities 
to the other’s father.”

He took a deep breath. “How do you feel about that?”

“It’s okay, Daddy, Mr. Clark was great. He and Mrs. Clark made me 
feel special. I was just so friggin freaked about what you and 
Mom might think if you found out. I was scared you’d find out and 
I’d be in trouble, but then I discovered you guys had helped 
arrange it. That was the only bad thing about all of it.”

“I’m so very sorry about that,” Daddy said and gently stroked my 
hair.

Mom softly added. “We were okay with you having sex with Bob and 
Colleen, just as they were fine with what we did with Sarah. We 
talked about it some in the car on the way back. How do you feel 
about all of that now that you’ve had time to think about it?”

“I’d suspected you both were involved with Sarah for some time, 
and I have known for sure since the nudist weekend at the 
Rayners,” I told them. “It’s okay. I was having fun. The sex with 
the Clarks was great, and from what Sarah told me, you guys were 
making her feel good, too.”

“You talk like things are over,” Mom said. “You can still have 
sex with them if you want.”

I replied, “I know ... and I want to ...”

I hesitated for a second but then decided to go for broke. “You 
both have been with all of us kids, haven’t you?”

They both sat there, glancing at each other, not really sure what 
to say.

“I mean the Rayners and Walcotts,” I clarified for them. “And 
Sarah, of course. Just like I have been with their parents and 
the Thomases.”

Suddenly it dawned on me that they could be involved with others 
I didn’t know about. Maybe even some of the kids of the adults I 
didn’t know at the orgy. I really didn’t know everything about my 
parents, especially when they were off someplace without me.

“Well ...” Daddy said after taking a deep breath. “We know about 
each other then, don’t we?”

We all had to let that sink in for a moment. The silence in my 
room was deafening. I just wasn’t sure how to answer that 
question. They could be playing with a lot of others. I didn’t 
know how to approach a discussion like that though. So, I just 
nodded in agreement for now.

Daddy began. “It makes little sense to dwell on the things we 
should’ve been talking about in the past. Let’s all look forward 
and have a good time. Okay?”

I smiled. “I’d like that. Just one condition though.”

“And what might that be?” Daddy asked.

“No more secrets within our family,” I pleaded. “Please don’t 
tell me that you’re going to some friend’s lake house when you 
want to have Sarah, or anybody else over. Like Julie with Kari 
and Mike.”

Mom blushed. I wasn’t sure if Doris had told her about the 
Wednesday night after church yet or not, but she obviously knew I 
was aware of something going on between Mom and Daddy with those 
three.

Daddy’s reaction floored me. He threw his head back and laughed. 
“You are just too much, baby girl. Way too much.”

I took it as a compliment.

“Just tell me when you want to do something with other people.” I 
said. “And if you don’t want me around, just let me know.”

Daddy pulled me from under my blanket and into a big bear hug. 
“We’ll do just that, sweetheart. No more bullshit and no more 
secrets.”

Mom put her arms around both of us.

“Seems like it makes no sense to keep anything from you anyways, 
sweetie,” Mom grinned.

I replied with a somewhat smug satisfied smile. She knew to never 
underestimate me again.

Daddy kissed me on my forehead. “So everything is cool?” He got 
up.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Everything is cool. Does Jamie know, too?”

Mom moved into his place and hugged me. “Yes, Jamie has known for 
some time. He and Sarah have talked, too. And we had a talk with 
both them a little while ago, when they became a couple.”

“Jamie’s known about other stuff for a while though,” I stated.

“You’ll be in the know from now on,” she assured me.

“Good,” I replied, nodding.

“Except there are some things we don’t want him to know,” Mom had 
her concerned look. “We trust that you will keep my past a 
secret. You can talk about it with Doris, Daddy and me. But 
nobody else. Will you promise me that again? Not even with Peter. 
Promise?”

“I understand. And I promise my lips are sealed when it comes to 
everyone else.” It was so easy to see that Mom was still so 
freaked about me knowing her past.

She leaned against Daddy who put his arm around her shoulders.

All I could think was things were really going to be different 
around here.

They turned to leave.

“Mom, Daddy!” I kneeled on my bed and waved them towards me as 
they turned around. 

“Yes, what is it?” Daddy looked a little puzzled. They stepped up 
to my bed.

I threw my arms around them and held them tight, kissing both of 
them repeatedly. “I have the bestest parents in the world, I love 
you both so much.” I kissed both of them again.

They smiled. “We love you very much, too, Melissa.” Daddy said. 
“So let’s look forward to having a great time with lots of fun.”

He suddenly had a big grin on his face. “And I may have more 
time, very soon, too.”

Mom looked at him kind of puzzled.

Daddy laughed. “That’s my secret and I’m not telling yet. You’ll 
just have to wait. Good night, sweetheart.”

Daddy clearly enjoyed Mom’s confused look as he pulled her from 
my room and closed the door.

I jumped back under my covers. I had a terrific family. We could 
really talk now. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.


(continued in chapter 34)

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