Chapters

Abby held Oliver’s hand for the last few hours, hoping each breath would not be his last but expecting the end at any moment. Forty-six years together didn’t seem long enough – yet it was a lifetime. Two life times – their adult children waited in the hospital cafeteria. “I wish we had a camera to film this.” She told him, knowing he was beyond hearing. “So much of our intimate life is on film, it seems natural.”

They had meet on the set – Oliver playing a Klansman, Abby playing an escaped slave. Each scene had been more vile and degrading than the last. Rape, beating, humiliation. Then, during the lunch break, Oliver had come over to the colored side and spoke in that deep, soft voice of his.

“I’m not like that, Miss.” He said. “If I had known what the role was, I wouldn’t have taken it, but y’know…the contract and all.” He held his hat in his hand. She had nodded but even for a movie role, it was hard to be treated like that. Especially when reality wasn’t much better.

After lunch was better. She was an African Queen seduced by an American Explorer. Mid-way thru the taping, she realized that he was really trying to seduce her, trying to make up for how his character – how he – had treated her that morning. Much to her surprise, she didn’t have to fake all of her orgasms.

They found themselves being paired for interracial porn movies and photos more often. The black woman / white man taboo was in vogue and they had good chemistry on screen. After a few late night coffees, they began having chemistry off screen too. They began seeing each other more often and more seriously. Eventually, they moved in together. Marriage was out of the question; it may not have been illegal but it still wasn’t acceptable. But, in exchange, they had each other day and night and made good money doing it. When Oliver got the chance, he moved behind the camera and began letting Abby have some say in the ‘scripts’. “You’re gonna get had, Ab, just tell me how they’re gonna have you.” And had she was – front-ways, back-ways, mouth done, tits done, knees done for a fetish film once. She was dressed in offices and undressed in fields. Black men, white men, women too. Oliver always did her after, saying that watching her made him too randy to wait. No matter how many dicks were in her on the set, Oliver’s was always the last one for the day. And usually the first one in the morning.

They made 1,246 films together, as performers, directors, producers or a combination. They made enough to buy a house large house together, raise two children out of wedlock (not that anyone knew they weren’t married – they’d been together so long, they were long past common law in all fifty states) and send them both to college. The children never knew where the money came from – they knew Mom and Dad had worked in the ‘film industry’ but not where or how.

They retired when they became grandparents and traveled. In the Congo – where he first allegedly seduced her in their second video – he caught a virus. It never left him. His strength slowly left him, year by year, til now; she waited for that final sound taking her lover away from her forever.

She could still remember the sound of his moans when she touched him in just the right way. His look of surprise each time he discovered something she did for personal pleasure and not just while tape was rolling. The feeling of his fingers, lips, and tongue caressing her. At a healthy 62, she wasn’t looking forward to living without such things.

Oliver breathed in. He didn’t breath out. She didn’t let his hand go until the nurses pried it from her.

Quiet on the Set

A year after Oliver’s passing, life had moved on, more or less. Her son had gone back to LA, her daughter, back to Dallas, and Abby remained in the house overlooking the Potomac. Oliver loved that view. More specifically, he loved making love on the cliff over the water in more or less full view of the neighbors and any traffic that happened by. Martin, their grandson, had moved in mostly to attend college at AU, but in part to keep 'Ma' out of mischief.

Martin’s mixed heritage showed plainly, giving him naturally tan skin, dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes. He insisted on mowing the lawn himself saving her from the gouged prices of the teen next door, so over the summer Abby had seen nearly every inch of his muscular legs and barrel chest, wide back and strong arms. In fact, the only part of him she hadn’t seen was the one she longed for most – his ‘rod and reel’ as Oliver used to say.

Abby felt cheated. When Oliver used to mow, he’d come in sweaty and take her hard and fast on the kitchen floor. Or the back of the couch. Or wherever he found her. Really, any excuse to work up a sweat was an excuse to ‘work up a sweat’. And anywhere was just fine – they had wired most of the house for their personal video collection. She had turned off the cameras in Martin’s room when he moved in but was now thinking more and more about turning them back on.

He was her grandson, for God’s sake, she told herself yet again. But lust knew no boundaries – not gender, not age, not race, creed, religion or relation. She was hot for him. She wanted him like bread wanted butter. What was a little incest? The only taboo she had left. She and Oliver had pretty well exhausted most of the others. They had made films in nearly every genre – bi, gay, lez, bondage, spanking, rape (her by him and him by her), pregnant, peeing and the other (not her favorite but Oliver liked being ‘brown’ occasionally), dogs (only once and early on), there were probably others but she couldn’t remember every thing. And besides, she was really only interested in getting it on – it wasn’t her fault if the only man currently available was a relative.

Well, that wasn’t quite true. Several men at the church had all implied that they were willing to court her. Elderly gents, fine men, but well, old. She had seen a few her own age and found, sadly, none were the measure of her Oliver. Most younger men – her son’s age – were curious but not bold. Abby never pretended to be younger than 65 but she certainly didn’t look it. She retired by choice but she could have continued working – playing mothers and aunts and other ‘MILF’ women. The few "granny" videos they'd done didn't sell well because she looked too young. She had retained her figure, going a bit plump rather than lean but combating it was a strict daily workout. But she needed more aerobics – Oliver used to keep her heart rate up. Now she needed someone who could do it without Viagra – unlike the churchmen.

Martin waved at her from the yard and stretched. His chest glistened in the mid-day sun. She smiled, waved back, and closed the curtain. It wasn’t fair! He was just the stud she needed but she couldn’t touch him just because her daughter gave birth to him. So what?

Abby’s mood was shoot for the rest of the week watching Martin around the house. She re-played the video of him sweating in the kitchen and played with herself nightly. Then, she watched the videos of her playing with herself while watching him. She kept the hottest one for the collection and recycled the rest.

Friday night, Martin was home for dinner. For once. He was very popular with the college girls and didn’t spend many nights home or alone – another reason Abby wanted to re-activate the cameras. But, he stayed home that night and Abby was glad to have even a portion of his attention.

“Hey, Ma,” he asked over their simple dinner of chops and rice. “You and Granddad were in the movies, weren’t you?”

“Oh!” She laughed lightly. “We made a few odd industrial things. Nothing you’d care to see.”

“Actually, I’m doing a paper on Blacks in the Film industry. But I didn’t see you or Granddad listed anywhere.”

“Well of course your Grandfather wouldn’t be listed with black folk in films.”

“Oh, well, yeah.” he took a bite and chewed slowly. “But you should be mentioned. Somewhere. Right?”

Abby chuckled. “Well why on earth? Do you know how many people work in the movies?”

He nodded. “True. A lot. But not Black folk. Not Black women, in the fifties and sixties…”

“Sixties and seventies, dear. I’m not that old.”

“…and not who have a collection of gold statues.”

Abby stared at Martin for a long moment. “Those are in my bedroom closet. What were you doing in my bedroom closet?”

He shrugged and had the good grace to be embarrassed. “When I brought up your laundry a couple weeks ago, the door was cracked and I saw one of them. I opened the door, saw the whole shelf and heard you coming before I got a good look at them.”

“Do you really have a paper for school?”

He looked at his plate. “No.”

“So you really don’t have any reason to go digging up the past, do you?”

Martin shrugged. “Only one.” He looked at her. “You could explain this.” He pulled out his wallet and after a moment, he slid a photo across the table. “You can tell me who this is.”

She looked at the photo. It was old, black and white as were the men and woman in the image. She was naked and smiling at the camera. One man had his back to the camera; he was coating her face with his jizim. A liberal coating of jizim dripped from her nipples and cooch. She was young and beautiful.

Abby picked up the photo and stared at it. It was a still from a gang bang film she and Oliver had done just after they started courting seriously. There wasn’t much they wouldn’t do together at that point. She was raw by the time filming ended and actually soaking in man juice. Oliver lay with her – before she showered clean – and licked the cream from her body. There was a tape of him doing it, but the producer didn’t think it would sell – too perverted.

She put the photo down and took a bite of her meal. “Where did you get such a thing?”

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“Why would you show me such a thing?” Her heart was pounding but she wasn’t sure if it was outrage, fear or excitement.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

“I’m your Grandmother. How could you say something like that?” She swallowed hard, trying to calm herself. “Show a little respect.”

“I thought it was Mom, at first.” Martin turned the photo over but the image seem burned in Abby’s eyes. “Then I realized that the date was before she was born.”

“Your mother would never have anything to do with such going’s on. I’m surprised you think I would.”

“I didn’t, until I saw this. Until I asked Mom what kind of movies you and Granddad made. She didn’t know and neither did Uncle Richard. They didn’t know the studio name, they’ve never seen any of your work. In fact, they couldn’t name a single project you worked on. So, I just assumed it must be porn.”

“You see a few props in an old lady’s closet and you make some mighty big assumptions.”

Richard and Elizabeth were always kept busy; even in the early days, they could afford a nanny to keep them and then as the children got older, there was school and scouts and all sorts of things to keep them busy. Oliver and Abby were able to film once a month and spent the rest of the time distributing the reels and photos. In fact, keeping the materials hidden from the children had become part of their marketing – the plain brown paper with only a simple title like “The Miners” or “12 Ladies Dancing”. No studio name to be associated with the smut business. No alluring logo to catch prying eyes. Every summer, the children were sent to camp, and Oliver and Abby went to California to film the things that couldn’t be done in the basement with props and lighting. Naturally, the children didn’t know what they did – they made a point of never doing anything interesting around the children.

“Plus, you have this whole house wired.”

“Security. Can’t be too careful.”

“Security?” Martin laughed. “Grandma, you’ve got cameras in the bathroom! I mean, over the doors, ok. But you’ve got more indoors than out!” He paused. “Everywhere but my room.”

“Well, I think you’d be happy I wasn’t spying on you.” Abby started to get up but Martin held her arm. She wondered if the dining room cameras caught her chest heaving. “So what is your point in all of this?”

“This,” he pointed to the back of the photo, “is a picture of Gale Blows. She was a Black porn star in the sixties and seventies. And the fifties. The guy is just listed as “O”. They worked together a lot. I have another picture of them – when he got a lifetime achievement award from AVN. Want to see it?” Abby didn’t respond but Martin pulled another photo from his wallet anyway.

Oliver was wearing a tux. He looked distinguished; a beard had suited him even after the illness started to steal his strength. Abby was wearing red with a daring neckline that exposed the still bountiful depth of her cleavage. She was holding the Woody Oliver won. The gold statue was one of several they had collected over the years but easily the one Oliver was most proud of. She looked back at her plate.

Martin looked at the picture. “Mom has a picture from this night on her mantle. I recognized the dress. She doesn’t have the trophy in hers; just the two of you but that dress stands out.”

This time when Abby tried to leave the room, Martin let her go.

Actors to Places, Please

They hadn’t spoken in a week, just passed by each other like they lived in the same building but not the same house. Abby had never advertised her profession, but she’d never been ashamed of it. Unlike most people she knew, she had enjoyed her work. But, somehow, Martin’s disapproval made her uncomfortable about it. She began thinking about throwing things away and letting the past go.

Then she’d think of how much there was and how hard Oliver and she had worked to accomplish it all. There was a storage room of film – mostly video now (a conversion project Oliver had relished doing.) Most of the photos were in binders. There were a few props and toys in a bin as well. Most of the sets had been in the basement with curtains and throws used to create different rooms. Whenever possible, they had worked on location. She was in the basement, on the tiger skin rug remembering the first time she and Oliver used it, when Martin came down.

“I thought you didn’t have the key for the basement.” He said dryly.

“I didn’t need it.”

“What is all this?”

She looked at him. He was over 21. She resigned herself to his disapproval. “This is where O and Gale worked during the school year.” She stood up slowly and opened the storeroom. “You want to see something? Be my guest.” He looked at her, walked past her and looked at the large collection of video tapes. “They’re labeled in the order we filmed them. Oliver had an amazing memory for that sort of detail. I confess, I never knew what we were filming or when. I just lay back and closed my eyes.”

“Your eyes were pretty open in that photo.” Abby closed her mouth at that point and let Martin look. “What’s that picture from, anyway?”

She sighed. “What year was it again?” He told her. “Oh. That. Must have been the Deeper by the Dozen.” After a minute, he pulled a tape off the shelf. He looked at it. Then at her.

Then he took the tape and went upstairs.

In the living room, he put the tape in the payer and made himself comfortable on the couch as it started. Abby watched from the doorway. These things always had the loosest thread of a plot. She was playing a young woman with a room to rent who somehow managed to rent it to 12 men on the same night. Each man had sex with her in a different way to pay for the room. On the night in question, all twelve men used her together. It had been difficult to film, trying to get a shot with her and all 12 sets of tackle at once but Oliver figured out how. Midway through watching, Abby found herself so randy, she couldn’t stop tweaking her titties. Martin seemed immune to it. He watched without comment or response. She wondered how he could watch her younger image get taken like that over and over and not be driven wild by it. Oliver wouldn’t have made it past the moment her shirt ‘accidentally’ snagged and was pulled off.

It was at the very end – two hours later – when they got to the scene shown in the still photo. The last man was played by Oliver – the other 11 had finished and lost the room for the night. When he finished, Abby had one more line to the affect that the same problem would happen again the next day. Oliver liked ending on a comic note. It was something of a signature for him – a joke and Abby smiling at the camera, fade to black, roll credits.

By the time the credits rolled, Abby was aching with desire. She knew she needed to stay where she was and hear Martin’s response but really, she wanted nothing more than to run up to her room and make herself scream. Actually, she would have preferred jumping on Martin and having him make her scream but doubted very much that that was an option.

Martin didn’t react. Finally, Abby crossed the room and rewound the tape.

“That’s what you used to do for a living?” He asked. “You were a whore?”

“I was an actress.” She answered without turning around. “No one paid me to screw them. I was paid to perform.”

“Oh, yeah, that was acting.” He made a rude noise. “You loved it! You loved every minute of it.”

“Proof that I wasn’t a whore!” She snapped back. “They hate what they do!”

“Do you even care? I gotta walk around knowing my Grandmother’s a porn queen!”

She looked at him. “Oh grow up! No one knows anymore. No one cares! If you hadn’t been so nosy in the first place, you wouldn’t be feeling embarrassed about it!”

“Ma, how do you think I know about this? Huh? You think I just went looking? That picture was on somebody’s screensaver at the dorm last week!”

Abby looked at him then. “What?”

“There’s a website called VintageSmut. They download stuff from before 1980. Gale Blows is a top twenty seller.”

It was news to her. Gerald from the agency handled all the materials rights these days – ever since Oliver was too sick to do it. There hadn’t been any interest other than a clip or two in some nameless compilation in years. She always checked the bank account withdrawals, not deposits. She could be making money again and not even know it.

Martin went on. “This stuff is big right now. My buddies all wanna do Gale Blows – she’s the new slut everyone’s talking about this week. They think it’s a big joke; they don’t know I live with the slut!” Abby let the word go; she’d been called far worse. “They have jack off parties to this stuff!” Her heart fluttered – college boys were still looking at her and having it off! What a thought!

“Well, you have the only complete collection. That should make you very popular.”

He grabbed her and pushed her against the TV. “I should show them you.” He snarled.

This close, she could feel it. She could smell the arousal of him. He was hiding it under anger and shame but she had spend her whole life learning when a man was up for it. Martin was definitely up for it. Although his manhood was well away from her, the heat from him was a give away. “Bring them over.” She whispered. “Let them have one of these parties here. I’ll behave. Tell them you found that tape at a yard sale.” Fill my house with randy young men, she thought, one of them will take me.

“What, Hi, meet my Grandmother Gale Blows?”

“No. Meet Ms. Abigail Blowfeld. The nice lady who’ll let us use the house. Invite the boys. Invite the girls. I’ll stay out of the way. No one will recognize me; those pictures are twenty years old at least.”

Martin’s face had the same set expression that Oliver’s had when he was considering something. Abby looked for Oliver’s same acceptance or rejection. Martin let her go and left the room before she saw either.

Lights, Sound at Speed

The next night, Martin came home with ten friends.

“I told Brian about the tape and he lost his damn mind.” He said, chagrinned. “I didn’t tell him about you, of course…”

“Of course.”

“…but once he heard about the tape, he put the word out.”

“The word travels fast, I see.”

“Yeah, well, this is not what I had in mind.”

Abby couldn’t resist a slight smile. “Really? What did you have planned?”

There was no humor in Martin’s return expression. “Something that didn’t involve a room full of guys jacking off to my Grandmother. How ‘bout that?” One of his friends called out to him and Abby returned to the kitchen to find something to feed her unexpected guests.

She wasn’t dressed for company, she thought. Had she known they were coming tonight, she would have worn something clingy and see-thru. Instead, they caught her in the suit she wore to the local ANC meeting. Abby tried to remain active in the community. Today, she had gone to help debate the proposed parking lot on Macarthur Blvd. and had leaned a bit towards Jackie O. When you want to look smart but sweet, look like Jackie. If you want to be sweet but harmless, aim for Debbie Reynolds. Either way, back it up with big, sharp teeth.

So, Abby threw a few frozen things in the oven and hoped she didn’t look old in her Camelot cut suit. She thought about listening by the door to see if they had even noticed her but rejected the idea. Then she gasped at her own stupidity and turned on the intercom system. It took a moment to remember how to turn on the living room mike but soon she was listening to the boys settle in and chat among themselves.

They were waiting for another of their friends to arrive before the festivities could start. There would be twelve in all. How appropriate, she thought smiling. She had another thought and stepped into the living room.

“Martin, dear?” she asked sweetly. “How old are your friends?”

His eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Because I don’t do pedophilia, she thought. “Because I don’t have anywhere near enough food to feed all these folks.” The boys politely protested the necessity but Abby ignored them. “I was going to call Willy down at the Safeway and see if he would deliver a few things. I thought I might see if he'd bring a beer or two with him. If you all would like of course.”

One of the boys leapt up and hugged her. He was stocky and wide with light brown curls on his head and on his chin. “I love this woman. Can you be my mom too?” And few others joined in and it was decided that they would run to the store for grub while waiting for the last man. Martin went with them. Abby allowed herself one smug smile as she slipped back into the kitchen.

“What a MILF!” someone exclaimed. Someone else agreed.

“Fuck yeah! You see that rack?”

“Damn! Martin’s Mom is wicked hot.”

“Fucking cougar – you see her checkin’ out Robby’s ass?”

“Fuck him, shit, she can have my ass!”

“Fag!”

“Fuck you!”

“Hey! Fuck you!”

“Shut up, assholes! You want her to hear you?”

They quieted down and Abby had to giggle as they discussed more quietly the quality of her ‘rack’. She made a point of coughing at the door before entering with a pitcher of iced tea and cookies. “It may be old fashioned, but I’ve never known a boy who turned down a cookie.” She said placing the tray on the coffee table. She bent from the waist like Oliver always liked, so that her short skirt rode up. Two of the boys, she noticed, craned their necks to see her bottom reflected in the TV screen. She pretended she didn’t see them. “Of course, I’ll bring you something more substantial just as soon as it’s hot.”

“Oh no, ma’am. This is fine.” A dark haired boy with gray eyes smiled at her and took a cookie. “Thank you for letting us use your home like this.”

“Well, it’s the least I could do for Martin. Oliver’s old tapes are just gathering dust and…”

“Tapes?” A tall blonde boy caught.

“My late husband has a ton of tapes in the basement. Martin, my grandson you know, took an interest in his Grandfather’s things and I…”

“There are more of these?”

“Well, I don’t know. Which tape are you viewing tonight?”

The boys exchanged glances. The blonde one tried – and failed – to look casual about it. “Oh, uh, Martin didn’t say. He, uh, just said it was, uh…”

“…a love story.” A dark-skinned black boy offered. In her day he would never have gone to school with these white boys; Abby was glad to see them all together. “He didn’t tell us the title.”

“A love story?” Abby tried not to laugh outright. “You all want to watch a love story? I would have thought you boys would want to see something more adventurous.”

The others glared at the boy who shrugged helplessly. “It, uh, has a – a – great cast.”

The others chimed in, agreeing about the quality of the cast.

“Really?” Abby couldn’t resist. “Who’s in it?” They froze like a herd of deer in headlights and she let them off the hook. “Oh! Listen to me! As if I would recognize any of the names! Oh, you boys take no mind of me. I’ll just run along off to my kitchen.” She paused at the door. “Maybe I’ll sit in for a while this evening. You boys won’t mind if I watch, would you? I just love a good romance.”

“Uh. Sure. Yeah, of course!” it took a minute, but they all agreed that it would be fine if she watched for a while. She managed to resist snickering until the door closed behind her.

Action

They boys were properly feed and soundly sauced. Abby had come up with one excuse after another to ply the group with food and beer until it was really too late to do anything.

“Unless you all stay the night.” She offered. They protested, of course. “Nonsense! We have plenty of space. You all can watch your movie, stay the night and I’ll make a big Sunday morning breakfast tomorrow. Please. I’ll be upset if you say no.”

There was never any real doubt that they’d stay. Martin glared at her over their heads at Abby and she smile smugly – knowingly – back. As evening progressed, she had changed clothes, into something more ‘homey’. A pair of knit pants that tightly hugged the curves of her hips and a cleavage-displaying tee-shirt. She pretended to ignore the arrested stares of the boys each time she bent over and displayed either front or rear for their entertainment. She did it to Martin too, taking a perverse pleasure in his frustration and discomfort.

She hadn’t caught any of the boys’ names; then again, she hadn’t really been trying to. They called her ‘Ms Abby’ – she had tried for just ‘Abby’ but that all seemed uncomfortable with that. None had been bold enough to touch her apart from the earlier hug but several of them were showing positive responses to her not so subtle displays. She had had much more opportunity to play with them with a gentle caress of their legs or arms while in the guise of ‘motherly’ affection.

“Ma.” Martin caught her alone in the kitchen at last. “Go upstairs.”

“It’s all right, Dear. Just play the tape.”

He sighed in exasperation. “Look, you know what they want! Will you please just go so they can do it?”

“Fine.” It occurred to her that the living room was still completely wired; she’d actually have a better view from the bedroom. She went back into the living room, made a graceful exit and retired to her bedroom. Five minutes later, she was disappointed by the image. The room was too dark too see any of the boys. But the audio was entertaining as they commented on her, the setting, the men and the action. At points, there was no sound but the tape itself and moans of the boys. Abby undressed and pleasured herself, imagining that the boys could see her as she could see them.

When the tape ended, she put on her robe and went back downstairs. She always liked a nice cup of tea after a good release. The boys snapped on the lights and a sudden flurry of activity told her she surprised them as she passed through the living room. “Don’t mind me!” she said shielding her eyes. “I’m just passing through.”

“Holy shit!” One of them exclaimed.

Abby glanced behind herself as the kitchen door closed. She was sure that the robe concealed her otherwise naked form but, as short as it was, maybe she’d flashed more than she expected. The intercom was still on and she could hear murmurs of activity. She busied herself with the tea kettle and selecting something herbal and missed most of their musings.

When she stepped out of the kitchen, again, however, all the lights were on and they were waiting for her. She looked around the room at the array of expectant faces. She waited a moment but none of them seemed willing to speak first.

“You boys need something?” She ventured finally. Martin, she noticed was leaning against the railing at the bottom of the stairs – out of the coming fray.

“Yeah.” He had shaggy brown hair. Brian? “We wanted to ask…. About this tape. Did you know…? Do you…?”

“Which tape, dear?” she asked.

“You know.” One of the others snapped but Brian hushed him.

“The video we played was Deeper by the Dozen. You ever seen it?”

“I may have. I’ve seen a few movies in my day.”

“Been in a few too.” Some one snickered.

“Quiet!” Brian barked. “Look, I’m just gonna come out with it. Were you Gale Blows?”

She looked at Martin, who shrugged and shook his head. She looked around at the group again then back at Brian. “Who was she?”

“Aw, come on! You’re even wearing the same robe!” Abby glanced at the robe. She had worn many of her own clothes; most of it was only visible for a few minutes at best. It occurred to her that two scenes had been filmed on the couch they were sitting on and one in the kitchen. “It’s an old robe – this style was popular at one time.”

“Yeah?” One of them snickered. “Were birthmarks on your ass popular too?”

It wasn’t on her ass. It was on the back of her upper thigh. Oliver teased her incessantly about the shape. It looked like a male member ready for business and aimed in the right direction. It was a perfect birthmark for a woman in her line of work. It was also nearly as unmistakable as her face. And, as she thought about it, visible under the back of the robe – which must have what sparked this chain of events.

She tried to remain dignified. “Well you obviously know the answer to your own question.”

“We want to hear it from you.”

“I’m a retired old woman. I haven’t been anyone in quite some time.” Not since Oliver passed.

“Come on, are you Gale Blows?” Brian was getting impatient.

Abby looked around the room again. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. “Was I Gale Blows? Yes. I used to use the name. Am I still?” She laughed softly. “I haven’t had a reason to be in a long time. In truth, I don’t know myself.”

Cut to a Tight Focus

“Fuck this!” The grey-eyed boy practically sprang from the couch. “If that’s her, I wanna see them!”

Brian grabbed him before he could touch her. “Hey! Hey! Easy, Jer! Be cool.” His words were soothing but the calculating look in his eye said that he was thinking along the same lines.

Abby looked around the room. “Is that what you all want? A private showing? A moment in time with Gale Blows?” She practically feel the testosterone level of the room rising. Or maybe she felt the sudden rush and heat of her own blood which hadn’t run this hot in years. “I’m not twenty anymore. I’m not even thirty. Doesn’t my age mean anything?” She was reasonably sure of the answer but she wanted to hear them say it didn’t.

“Hey, ina dark,” someone had a beer too many, “pussy’s pussy.”

“And it ain’t illegal to fuck old pussy,” was pointed out.

“Yeah, just sick,” was the chortled reply. A few elderly jokes were bandy-ed about. Some of them were even funny.

“Come on!” Jer whined. “Pull out her rack! She got enough for all of us!”

“Yeah, but there’s only one uh her.” Someone pointed out.

“So? There’s only one uh her ina movie too.”

“What, so we all do her?”

“Well, it ain’t like she ain’t done it!”

Abby let the conversation flow around her, watching them debate the issue without even considering her feelings on the matter. Martin stayed out of the discussion, a hard, closed look shielding his face from any visible opinion. She tried to remember where all the various props and set pieces were – two scenes in the living room, one in the kitchen. One on the dining room table and one under it. The boy in the bathroom would have to be tall and strong enough to hold her up. Her bedroom, the staircase and the upstairs hall were all fine. The back porch would have to be cleared or re-staged. But the garage had been replaced with a hot tub so the scene on the hood of Oliver’s Comet convertible was impossible. As, of course, was the scene in the backyard with the laundry – Oliver’s first attempt at an artistic framing.

And the finale. The group shot in The Room. That had been filmed in Martin’s room.

“Boys?” She cut loudly over their now rambling discussion. “I don’t think you really know what you’re talking about. What you saw was a movie. Maybe not a good one, but it wasn’t reality.”

“So? What’s the difference?”

“Yeah, we just wanna get a freak on. Who cares about that other shit?”

“It won’t be pretty – clean – like you saw. That took days. I showered between each man. Sloppy seconds won’t cover what you’ll get after three or four of you.”

“Some of us like it kinda sloppy.” There were a couple lustful chuckles.

“Yeah! It’ll be all ‘Gale Blows – the Real World’ an’ shit!”

“The making of a porno!”

“Fuck, we got enough guys – we could remake Deeper by the Dozen. Re-make’s always better than the original anyway.” Abby keep her opinion of that comment to herself and listened as the boys talked themselves into the idea.

“I don’t think you boys know how sick this is.” Abby said finally.

“I know I’m tired of talking.” Brian grabbed her arm firmly but not painfully and pulled her closer to himself. “I’m doing the couch scene.” His eyes never left Abby’s as he untied her robe one handed.

There was other conversation and a great deal of movement but Abby ignored it in favor of Brian’s hands caressing her breasts.

Camera Pan Left, Lights to half

Brian’s lips soon followed his fingertips and Abby realized very quickly that this wasn’t simply the beer and the video on his part. He licked and sucked her nipples with real enthusiasm and Abby couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure as he did. She ran her finger through his unkempt, shoulder length brown hair and he groaned softly. His arms slipped around her back and lifted her slightly.

“Brian.” She whispered softly. “That’s so good, how you do that. Oh God, you make me so hot.” It was part habit; she was used to making a show for the camera.

He let go of her tit with a wet pop. “You want me to fuck you, Woman?”

“Yes, Brian!” She moaned. “Take me.”

He nearly flung her on the couch; she gasped in surprise and winced at the unexpected jolt. Brian’s face became an expression of worry. “What? Are you ok?”

Abby laughed. “I’m old! Been a long time since I’ve been thrown around.”

“Oh.” It seemed to concern him greatly. “I’ll stop, I guess.”

Abby held him fast and pulled him down. “How you gonna make me your woman, if you stop now?”

“I…”

“You best be hard and fast if you want to hear me do this scene right.” She let him looked stunned for a moment. “Or were you all talk?”

He seemed to hold his breath a moment. “You sure?”

She hooked one finger in his collar and pulled his face to hers. Their lips and tongues meet at the same time and after they had kissed frantically for only a moment, both of their hands were engaged in moving his pants.

There was no foreplay. He didn’t even slip a finger in her to see if she was wet before pushing his manhood into her. Lucky for her she’d been ready for action for several hours. He moaned into their kiss as she squeezed her internal muscles and tightened her grip on him.

“OH!” he gasped. “OH GOD! You’re like a fucking virgin!” He buried his face in her shoulder and arched his hips into her again and again. “OH GOD! I thought – I thought – Fuck!” He began to move faster and kissed her deeply again. She could feel him groaning deeply as his tool – a good sized one from the feel of it – slid in and out of her willing puss.

She knew what he was trying to say. What they all said. She was tight. Amazingly tight. Like a virgin even after twenty years in the smut business. Tight and deep. Oliver was just shy of 11 inches. She had done scenes with all the greats – Ron, John, Billy and TT all said they were amazed to bottom out with her. But it wasn’t just ‘big’ men that had done well with her. Oliver had produced a video called “Little Men” to see if there was a market for ‘less than average’ men. They, too, had all been astounded by how tight Abby was and how responsive. Oliver once explained it as Abby was simply wired for sex the way some women are wired for babies.

Not that it bothered her. Abby was thrilled that size didn’t matter for her. She had known women who didn’t get there with most of their partners and had always been thankful that she wasn’t one of them. Brian, however, was enough to please any woman and was filling Abby in that way she hadn’t felt in ages.

“Yes, yes, Boy!” She whispered frantically, “Do me like that! Do it so hard I can taste you.” She could feel that warm tingling feeling flowing through her nerves. That wonderful not-orgasmic feeling but just as warm, just as needed. Brian might not get her there but one of the boys would and she couldn’t wait to see which one. “Harder! Harder!” She gasped and spanked Brian’s bottom cheeks firmly. He gasped and grabbed her breasts to steady himself.

It wasn’t that Abby was in a rush for him to finish. She was enjoying him immensely. He had pushed her knees back and lifted up slightly at the end of each stroke. The result being that his hair tickled her clit frequently, pushing her closer and closer to that peak. “Oh! I’m gonna – I’m gonna –“ He moved his hand and sucked hard on one of her nipples. Then, he began grinding his hips against her and shaking. After a few seconds, she felt his seed splash inside her and send warm tremors up and down her spine. “Oh, fuck.” He moaned.

They lay still for a few minutes, catching their breaths, his rod softening inside her.

“Gale,” He whispered, “I dreamed…I mean, I see your picture every day and I fantasized about being with you but….”

“But you didn’t think it would be like this?”

“I didn’t think I’d want to do it again.”

Abby smiled. “Oh you dear boy.” She stroked his cheek gently. “Any time you want to give these old bones a ride, you just come by.”

“Hey! Dude!” An impatient voice above them broke the moment. “Give somebody else a chance!”

Brian seemed almost ready to stop the whole thing. Then, reluctantly, he pulled away from Abby and helped her sit up. He kissed her lips softly.

She felt a little sorry for him; boys always seemed more sentimental to her than girls. “Brian. Why don’t you go wait out the rest of this in my room.”

He brightened up a bit. “Seriously?” She nodded and he kissed her cheek. She pat his knee and he got up, zipping his pants as he headed up the staircase. Abby noticed that Martin had disappeared. She shrugged – she would have loved a chance with him but she had more than enough to keep her evening full.

She glanced around the room. It seemed that most of the boys had watched her and Brian’s tryst. “Who’s next?” she asked the waiting group.

Cross-fade to Set Two

“Me.” A nervous voice said.

Abby turned to find a dark haired, dark eyed Latin beauty being pushed toward her.

“Well, come here, darling. Let me get a look at you.”

He walked hesitantly forward. “Yes, ma’am.”

He was of medium height with a completion marking him as Aztec or Mayan by decent. His shyness lent him a charm that most of the other boys lacked. Charm was something she saw rarely in men. She reached a hand out to him. He ducked his head down as he took it.

“Do – do you, uh –“ he looked at her then looked away. “-uh…”

“Javier! Com’on!” The big one teased. “Do it!”

The poor boy turned crimson and Abby took pity on him. She retied her robe and saw some relief in his eyes. “Come.” She said taking his hand again. “Not every one needs an audience.” She led him into the dining room and glared at the others. No one made a move to follow them; she closed the door firmly. She pulled out a chair and pat the one beside her. “Sit. I don’t bite.”

He smiled slightly and sat. “Sorry. I guess, I don’t…I mean…”

“Hush.” She studied the boy for a moment. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked.

“Javier, ma’am.”

She had to smile. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d met a boy so nervous. Maybe never – all the boys she met were on a set somewhere. “Javier. Javier, why did you come here tonight? You don’t seem like the type who does this sort of thing normally.”

He looked up sharply. “Oh I watch…” and stopped abruptly to blush again. “I, uh, I mean I…uh…”

“You seen adult movies in more private settings?”

He nodded meekly. “Yes ma’am.”

“But you didn’t know about all this tonight.”

“No ma’am.”

“Javier. Look at me.” When he looked up, she smiled. “You don’t have to do anything.” She laughed lightly. “Believe me, I didn’t expect tonight either.”

He grinned finally. “I guess not.”

“Besides, I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t approve of you fooling around with anyone else.”

“Well, I don’t actually have a girlfriend. I want one – I’m not – I mean – I just – I get sort of….”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

“Well, that’s ok.” Abby gave his knee a light squeeze. “Most girls get nervous around boys they like too.”

Javier nodded and was quiet for a moment. “I just wish I didn’t sound so stupid around them.” He said at last.

“You don’t sound stupid to me.”

“I’m not asking you out.”

“So ask me.”

“Huh?”

“Go on. Ask me out. If I were a pretty girl, what would you say?”

“If you were a pretty girl, I’d have already tripped over something.” He winced. “I mean, not that you’re not attractive – just that I’m – you’re –“ He gasped and rolled his eyes. “Maybe I should just become a priest!”

Abby laughed lightly. “If every boy who got nervous around a pretty girl became a priest, no one would ever get married! Let’s just pretend, shall we? You can’t tell me there’s not some girl you’ve been dying to ask out.”

He smiled softly. “Yvette.”

“Yvette.” She repeated. “And you met her…”

“…in my Creative Writing class.”

“You’re a writer?”

“No. Sort of. Not really. I want to be but, well, I’m not very good.”

“Oh. I see.” Abby nodded; if the girl hadn’t noticed this boy already, then she was either too stupid to live or too shy herself. “Well, maybe your classmates could help you become better. You know, when I first started out, I was terrible.”

His brow knit. “You were?”

“Oh yes.” She laughed again. “Yes, you can be bad at adult films! I kept looking at the camera and instead of my partners and if I messed up my lines, I would just get all flustered and they would have to re-take the shot – which was expensive in those days.”

“You were very good in the movie we saw.” He sounded as if he took her as a serious actress.

“Well, I did take a few acting classes but mostly, some of the others helped me. Told me their problems. Made me feel, not so worried about my mistakes. Maybe, this Yvette could read some of the things you’ve written and tell you what she thinks. Maybe you could read some of hers?” He looked thoughtful. “Then, if you have something to talk about, you might do it over a soda and a pizza. Not a date; just two classmates, talking.” He looked enlightened.

“Now. Pretend with me. I’m Yvette and we’re in class.” She turned and pretended to read the place mat in front of her.

Javier looked at her for a moment then stood up. He wiped his hands on his pants leg, cleared his throat and stood for a moment. When Abby didn’t look up, he waited. Finally, he cleared his throat again. “Uh, Yvette, uh…”

She looked up at him. “Hi, Javier.” She said softly and then looked away from him shyly.

“Hi. Uh. Would you…would you read something…for me.”

“Me?” she looked up at him coyly. “Something you wrote?”

“Uh yeah.”

“Oh, I couldn’t…I’m not very good….”

“Yes you are!” He said with sudden energy. He sat and pulled the chair closer to her. “Your work always makes everyone feel so…so, well not good, but it makes me feel so much for your characters. I still want to punch that one right in the nose!”

“Really? You think my work is good?”

“I think you’re the best writer in class! And I was hoping you’d look at my story and, y’know, tell me how it could be better. Please?”

Abby smiled a real smile. “There, now you see? Once you had something to talk about it was easy, wasn’t it?”

He colored faintly. “I could never do that with her.”

“Ten minutes ago you couldn’t talk to me. Now look at you.”

He was leaned in close, one hand on the back of her chair. He color deepened. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“Promise me something, Javier.”

“Of course, anything.”

“That you’ll talk to this Yvette tomorrow. And that you call me later and tell me what she says.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned. “Thank you, Abuela.” Impulsively, he kissed her cheek.

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart. Do you want to join me in the kitchen for some iced tea?”

Javier glanced at the door to the living room. “Don’t they think we’re…?” He hesitated, no doubt looking for an appropriate word.

“What they think we’re doing is up to them. What we do, my dear, is our business.” Abby stood and took his hand. Seducing him would have been fun, but not right. Sometimes, you have to choose. “Come, my dear. I’m curious how far things will go tonight. Do you have a ride home? We have plenty of space – quiet space – if you’d like to slip off and not be disturbed by the rest of -” she couldn’t suppress a grin, “-well of whatever comes next.”

Pan Down

They stepped into the kitchen together. “You know, my Oliver wrote most of our scripts. Oh, I know it wasn’t high art, but it always impressed me. I could never write anything.”

“Actually,” Javier looked thoughtful for a moment, “compared to a lot of these things, the script wasn’t that bad.” Abby poured two glasses of iced tea while he seemed to consider it seriously. “I mean, the dialogue was natural a least. And you’re not a half bad actress, considering.” He blushed slightly. “Sorry, Abuela. That was…”

“Rude, boy, rude!” A loud voice laughed behind them both. “No wonder you can’t get a date!”

Abby turned to see the large frame of the boy who’d hugged her earlier. He was grinning as he helped himself to a glass of tea.

“Just ignore him, Javier.” She gave the small giant a good natured scowl. “I know exactly what you mean.” She paused for a moment. “You know, If you’re curious, Oliver’s old scripts are still in his desk files.”

The shy boy perked up. “Yeah? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Oh, I’ve never even looked at all those notes and whatnot! I think Oliver would have liked to have had an assistant. Someone to pass the torch to…” and probably herself as well, “so to speak.” She opened the basement door and flicked on the light. “You’re welcome to look at whatever you’d like.”

“Seriously?” The big one looked just as excited as the Hispanic one did.

“Oh are you a writer too?” She asked.

“Film student.” He answered smiling widely. “I got in on a wrestling scholarship but me and Jav are gonna open our own studio after graduation.”

Wrestling, she believed. He looked like a good-natured bear. Just a bit like her Oliver. “Well, be my guest.”

The wrestler looked at her and then at his friend again. “Go on down, Jav, I’ll follow in a sec. I just want to grab a bite.” He looked back at Abby.

He looked like he could eat the entire refrigerator but to judge from his eyes, it wasn’t food he was after.

“Javier, dear,” she said softly, “close the door behind you.” She gave him another moment to be sure he was probably down the stairs then turned her attention to the boy still there. “So what do they call you?”

“Hammy.” He grinned. “Abraham Hamilton.”

“How presidential.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that’s what my Grandmother said too!” He stopped laughing and glanced at the door to the living room. “So is it my turn yet?”

“I don’t know. I don’t suppose I have much say in all this.”

He frowned. “I’m sorry. If you want us to go….”

He could probably pick the rest of them up with one hand and drop them outside somewhere. But Abby, frankly, wasn’t interested in any of them going anywhere.

“Oh no! I don’t want you to leave! I just meant that I’m not keeping track of who does what or when.” She smiled that smile that Ron once called a long distance blow job.

“Good.” Hammy smiled back. “Then it is my turn.”

“I thought you were hungry.”

“No.” He put his hands on her waist and lifted her easily onto the kitchen counter. Memories of Oliver washed over her; it had been years before his death, when he could last lift her like that. “I said I wanted a bite.”

“So what were you planning to eat?” She whispered even as his fingers untied her robe and she leaned back.

“You.” He left off with words and let his actions pick up.

His lips started on her still full but no longer firm breasts and she sighed. It had been far too long since anyone had sucked her nipples like that – licking, nipping, and biting softly. He didn’t stay there long but moved down her stomach swiftly. He planted a pair of soft kisses on her thighs before spreading them wide and loudly slurping the mixed cum he found there. It had been far, far too long since anyone ate her like that. Abby locked her ankles around his wide back and arched her hips against his squirming tongue.

“Oh yes, baby! That feels so good!” She groaned. “Suck it, baby, suck it!”

He responded with a bear-like growl, jabbed his tongue in her slit even deeper and rub her clit with his upper lip. It felt like she were a beehive and he was a hungry cub. He growled again, swapped his fingers for his tongue and began sucking her clit in earnest. Abby nearly howled as she had her first non-self induced orgasm in almost three years. Hammy kept licking and growling like a man – or a bear – possessed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her forward trying to devour more of her and Abby grabbed the back of his head to help him. He pushed her over the edge again and Abby felt her juices squirt directly into Hammy’s mouth. He groaned deeply.

Abby let her legs fall; she simply did not have the strength to hold them around the boy’s large frame any longer. Hammy was panting and kissing the inside of her thighs softly.

He stood straight, groaning. “Oh my aching back! But damn that was worth it.” His shining face grinned at her. “You are awesome! I know girls my age that don’t get that wet!”

Abby smiled demurely. “I have a talent for such things.”

“Damn straight!” He wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I’m gonna go check out those scripts.”

“I think some of Oliver old camera equipment is down there as well.”

His grin faded to a look of awe. “Seriously? Awesome!” He nearly ran for the basement.

Abby eased herself off the kitchen counter and re-tied her robe. She finished her glass of iced tea and took a breath. She should have felt used. Or at least tired.

But Abby was just getting warmed up.

Lights Up, Gel the Lens

Abby stepped into the living room to find it empty save for one nervous looking boy on the couch. He had tried to look nonchalant but instead looked stiff and silly. She glanced around then looked back at him. He was the one who had first called for her public undressing but she couldn’t quite remember him name.

“All alone?” She asked finally.

“Uh…yeah.” He seemed to shrink a bit under her gaze. “The others went to find a room.”

“To find a room?”

“Yeah. We, uh, heard you and Hammy in there and Robby said that if we really were gonna do a shot-for-shot remake, then he had dibs on the car. Then everyone kind of ran for it.” He began to look even more nervous.

“I see. And you choose the living room.”

“Uh, yeah.”

There were two scenes on the couch – the one Brian did and a second, where she was leaning over the back. “And what did you have in mind…I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

A clever boy would have said he didn’t throw it. This one swallowed hard and said. “Jerald.”

Right. Jer they had called him. “So, Jerald. What did you have in mind?”

“I thought…we could…that you…uh…”

She took a few steps closer to him. Boys like this one tended to irritate her. All talk but no guts. It worked well in domination videos but, personally, that wasn’t her thing. “Go on boy, spit it out.”

“Well, I thought….” He looked at the back of the couch. “You know…we could kind of lean over….” He looked back at her. “Or not.”

She sat down beside him and tried not to chuckle as he nearly jumped through his own skin. “You want to take me from behind? Is that it?”

“Uh…yeah…wow…you really don’t look old at all.” He gasped slightly. Abby could feel his heart pounding. She touched his thigh lightly. “Are you really Gail Blows?”

“Oh yes.” She whispered. He was way too nervous still and she had a hunch she knew why. “Now, really. Do you want me from behind or do you want the back door?”

Jerald’s body shivered and she felt his jeans shift as his manhood pulsed. “Uh…uh…I didn’t mean…see…uh….”

“Yes?”

“Ok. Ok. It’s like this.” He took a deep breath then launched into it. “My older brother had this porn mag under his bed when I was a kid and it was all anal so I’ve always wanted to try it but none of my girlfriends have ever said yes. Except Lindsey – the girl I’m seeing now – only she says she doesn’t want to be my first because she doesn’t want me back there if I don’t know what I’m doing so how am I supposed to figure it out if nobody will let me try it, right?”

“Well I think somebody ought to let you try it, Jer.” Abby whispered in his ear and Jerald seemed to break a sweat. “But you can’t just ask me to do that.”

“I can’t?” His voice squeaked slightly.

“No. You have to tell me.”

“Tell – tell you?”

“Yes. My Oliver would tell me that he was going to go upstairs to the bedroom, and get the KY from the dresser drawer. Then he would tell me the he was going to shove his nice hard cock up my tight hot ass. Can you tell me that Jer?”

He was shaking. “Uh…uh…I…uh….”

“Gail….” she whispered.

“Gail…uh…I…I….”

“I’m going to go….”

“go up…to lube…”

“…in the dresser drawer…”

“…in the dresser…”

“And what are you going to do then, Jer?”

“Fuck your ass?” He was breathless, questioning.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling?”

“Then say it. Mean it.”

“Iwannafuckyourass.”

“Say it.”

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I want to fuck your ass, Gail.”

“Then do it.” She bit his earlobe gently. “Go. Top of the stairs, last door. I’ll be waiting.” She let him go and he nearly fell bolting for the staircase.

How long had it been since Oliver did her backward? Ages. She turned on the twin lamps by the arms of the couch. Behind it, where the lights overlapped, was her mark. There was a camera there, imbedded in the couch for just this purpose. It gave a stunningly close view of the carnal act without having a cameraman in the way. It was Oliver’s second favorite camera.

Abby didn’t have time to check the placement properly before she heard Jerald running back down the stairs. She smiled at him.

“Is this the one?” He asked waiving a tub.

“That’s it. Now. Can you follow directions?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Good. You are going to make me beg you.” Which she was planning to do anyway but he didn’t need to know that. “You’re going to lick me and suck me and when I beg you, you’re going to use this to make my backdoor as slick as my front, understand?”

He thought for almost a second before enlightenment struck. “Yeah. Ok. Get you all worked up, then lube it and in. Got it!”

“That’s the general idea.”

“Ok. Lie down.”

She shook her head. “Right here.” He reached for the lights but she stopped him. “Leave them.”

“Ok.” He hesitated. “Should I just start?” Abby smiled. He had no idea what to do. She took his hands and put them on her robe belt. She put her lips against his.

That seemed to get him started. He untied the robe as they kissed and massaged her breasts – paying close attention to her sensitive nipples. When they were hard under his fingertips, he broke off the kiss and began sucking them. He reached one hand down and clumsily began poking her pus. By pure chance, two of his fingers slipped into her and he began stroking her with them.

“Oh, now, that is nice. Yes, Jer, suck my titties! Finger fuck my pussy, Jer!” She opened her legs a bit wider. “I’m going to cum all over your hand, Jer; you’re going to have my pussy all over your hand.”

He moaned and smashed face against her chest. “Oh God, Gail, cum, yeah, cum.” He dropped suddenly to his knees and licked her clit which was enough to tip her over the edge and Abby cried out as she came. Jerald moaned in tandem, still flicking the tip of his tongue against her protruding button.

“Turn me over, Jer, and lick my bum.”

“Lick it?” He sounded slightly appalled.

“Lick it before you stick it.”

“I thought that was just for…” He swallowed hard again. “Ok.”

He moved his hand and Abby turned away from him to lean over the back of the couch. She spread her legs as far as she could. “Hold out your hand. Now. Put these two fingers on my clit and put these two in my slit.”

“You like that?” he asked, breathlessly, putting his fingers to work.

“Oh, yeah, honey. That’s just right.” Abby humped against his fingers and groaned softly. “Now, lick me, baby.”

“OK.” He licked her slit first then slowly, cautiously, moved back. Abby encouraged him with a few well placed ooohs and ahhhs. Soon, his tongue was darting in and out of her sensitive hole and she came again, quivering and crying out.

“Now, Jer, now! Please! Get the lube!”

“Uh….” He searched for a frantic moment to find the forgotten tub. “WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo?

How hard is this to figure out? “Squeeze out a handful and shove it in the hole, boy!” The jelly was cold but his two fingers were warm. She gasped with the slight pain and surprise. It had been a while since she’d done this and he really was a beginner. “Slow down! You’ll rip something back there!”

“Oh, sorry!”

“Don’t stop, boy, just take it easy. No rush. That’s it. Push those fingers all the way in, slowly. Yesssssss.” It was always a bit rough, as she recalled, but it felt good once she was stretched. “Oh yeah, baby, like that. Slowly. Stretch me out for you; make me want that hard cock deep down.” He poured on more lube and began wiggling his fingers inside her. With his other hand, he continued to probe her pussy. “Oh, yes, Jerald! That’s right! Like that, baby, do it like that!” She could feel she was close to coming again. “Do you want my ass, Jer?”

“I want your ass, Gail. Can I fuck your ass?”

“Don’t ask me Jer, tell me! Tell me you want my ass, baby!”

“I wanna fuck your ass, Gail!” He let her go and she heard his belt buckle flying. “I’m gonna fuck your ass, Gail!” He grabbed her hips and next she felt a wide flat rod push slowly into her tail.

I should have looked at him, she reprimanded herself. I should have had him use three fingers. He was impossibly thick. He should have used his whole hand. No wonder all the girls said no! Oliver would have loved this. It’s a true shame that he missed watching it.

Mercifully, Jerald was short by the feel of it and Abby felt his thighs land against her cheeks quickly. He was moaning. “Oh my God, Gail! It’s better than I thought!” She squeezed her cheeks and he groaned loudly. “I’m fucking you, Gail, I am fucking your ass!”

“Yes, Jerald, fuck it. Fuck it hard!” She was ready for it now and he obliged. He didn’t last long but she didn’t expect him to. Ten, maybe fifteen strokes and she felt her bowels flooded with his jizim. But much to her delight and surprise, he didn’t soften. “Do it again, Jer, fuck me until it falls off!”

He fell heavily against her – making her glad of the couch for support – and began ramming her in earnest. This time he made a much better show of it, lasting a good ten minutes before shouting and drenching her bowels again. His fingers were deep in her slit as well as so seconds after he came, she did as well. He kissed her back and shoulders and moaned, panting. “Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Abby let his finally soft member slip from her and turned to face him again. “Thank you.” She kissed his lips softly. “You’d best clean that off before you do anything else with it.” She retied her robe with his help. “Now, I don’t know which rooms are empty at the moment. Let’s see. The production boys are downstairs….”

“Production boys?”

She laughed lightly. “Old habit. Abraham and Javier. The director and the writer. Oliver’s office is downstairs and….”

“O? Oliver was O? You’ve got his stuff?”

“Of course! Don’t tell me you’re a film major too!”

“We all are. Didn’t Martin tell you? We’re a Film frat house. Well, not officially yet – we don’t have enough club members here to be recognized as Greek yet. But we’re a sub-chapter of Sigma Epsilon Chi. We’re all writers, directors, production techs, stuff like that.”

“Oh. Well! The basement door’s in the kitchen. Everything should be in working order.”

“Gail…” He kissed her impulsively, “…you rock!” He seemed more excited about the toys in the basement. He paused at the kitchen door and came back to her. “Thank you. That was…awesome.” He kissed her again and headed toward the basement.

Abby glanced around. One was in the garage; the others were scattered around the house. She looked at the staircase. Better to clean out the first floor rather than have to run up and down the stairs. The garage, the backyard, and there should be another boy in the dining room if they really were trying to re-make the movie. She wondered if Brian in her bedroom was enjoying the bank of video monitors. She wondered if the boys in the basement had found the headsets and radios yet. She wondered how many of them realized that they really were re-making Deeper By the Dozen.

The garage, she decided. Oliver’s old Comet had long ago been sold but if her Camry didn’t have enough space, she was sure they would think of something.

Establishing Shot: An Exterior View

Robby, was the name of the boy who’d headed for the garage, Jerald had said. But when she turned on the light, no one was there. The cover was still over the hot tub. The side door, however, was open. Abby turned off the light and slipped out the door into the night.

In the driveway next to her gold Camry, a truck was backed up to the garage door. A round, young, taut ass was all Abby could see for a moment as the boy spread a blanket around the bed of the truck. How sweet, she thought. She tried to remember if there were any cameras on this part of the driveway. She and Oliver did have some sense of decorum and had avoided fooling around too much in front of the house.

Still, she thought with the front light on, one of the actual security cameras might catch the truck bed action. She turned on the light and startled young Robby.

“Oh Geez!” He jumped out of the truck and joined her. “Hey, Ms. Blow. I got the truck all set up. I mean, if you still want to do this.”

“Oh yes.” He started to go past Abby but she stopped him. “Where are you going?”

“To get the light. I mean, you don’t want the whole neighborhood watching this, do you?”

Abby smiled at him lewdly. “Why not? Or are you shy?”

“Uh, well, not really. But I’m an actor so I don’t mind performing in front of an audience.”

Abby arched an eyebrow. “An actor. Really?”

“Well, I mean, not that you aren’t one too. Just, you know, there’s a difference between stage and video.”

“True. But I’ve always wanted to hear a little applause.”

“For what you do, you should get a standing ovation.”

“What a sweet thing to say!” She kissed his cheek. “I’ll have to do something special for you.”

“Like what?”

“Like why don’t you have a seat and I’ll show you.”

Robby sat on the tailgate and opened his legs when Abby gave them a gentle tap. Like riding a bike, she thought. Once you get the knack of giving a good blow job, you never really lose it. In only a few minutes, his long but thin dick was tapping the back of her throat and young Robby was moaning happily.

“Oh Gail, that’s so good! Yeah, baby, suck it!” She put his hands on her tits and he obliged by giving them a loving fondling. “Oh yeah, suck my dick!” After a few minutes, he began shaking. “I’m gonna blow, baby, oh fuck, yeah! Suck it! Suck it!” She swallowed his first burst – because it had been so long since she’d tasted hot cum – but she let the rest hit her cheeks and chin. He looked at her and moaned. “Oh that’s sick!” She wasn’t familiar with the expression but the dreamy smile he had told her it was a good thing.

He reached for her shoulders. “Come here.” but she resisted letting him pull her onto the truck.

“Now, now, dear; others are waiting.”

He frowned a moment but perked up almost immediately. “Hey, does your security system have video?”

“Oh yes. Why?”

He pointed to the camera. “Because I think we just taped that.”

“Do you mind?”

Robby looked thoughtful. “I always wanted to be in a porno. I just wish I’d done more. Can I get a copy of the tape? Later?”

Abby smiled. “Of course, Dear.”

“Cool. Maybe we should make a second one.”

“Later. I promise, you and I will do a full take.”

“Sick!” He looked toward the backyard. “I saw Tochi head that way earlier.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “I’m pretty sure he got off on that laundry scene. He’s got a thing for Pink scenes like that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Abby headed toward the backyard without even wiping her chin.

“Sick.” Robby sighed behind her.

Wide Shot, Short Focus

When they had first bought the house, the backyard was a simple patio surrounded on three sides with a privacy fence. Oliver had quickly replaced that fence with some less than private box hedges on two sides. The back, he left open to the cliff overlooking the Potomac River. It was a stunning view. Over the years, their unsuspecting neighbors must have looked out to see them making love, day or night in all kinds of weather, often times under an actual spot light.

There was a boy sitting at the patio table. The black child who told her they were going to watch a love story. He had a beer in his hand.

She walked over to him, robe open, jism on her face and thighs. “So. Was the cast as good as you expected?”

He looked at her just a little bleary-eyed. “I must be fucked up.”

It wasn’t the response she was expecting. “I beg your pardon?”

“Gail Blows is fuckin’ my frat! I must be lit up!”

“AAh.” She took off the robe and let it fall to the ground. “So this doesn’t disgust you?”

He shrugged. “I only got through high school ‘cause I fucked half my teachers. I like ‘em old. They know what they want.”

“Really?” He nodded. “So you don’t mind the idea of some old broad getting it on with a bunch of college boys?”

He laughed. “Gail Blows wouldn’t look twice at the lot of us! I must be shit faced ‘cause this couldn’t even happen in my dreams!”

“And if you weren’t dreaming?” She took a few steps closer to him. “If Gail Blows was standing naked in front of you waiting for you to take her?”

“It’s atomic dog time!” he laughed.

“Atomic dog?”

“Snoop Dogg.” He said as if that would clarify things.

Still ‘dog’ was clear enough. “So you want to rut in the yard like a pair of animals?” He grinned. It was a bit shocking; he had seemed like such a nice boy earlier. “You’re the kind of boy mother warned me about, aren’t you?”

He laughed again. “Yeah, I guess. I like shit nasty. Like now. You got cum dripping down your legs! That’s just gross but it makes me want to cover you with more.”

“You seemed like such a sweet boy earlier.” She turned and walked over to the grass. It was soft and sweet and she suspected nothing like what was about to happen. She knelt down carefully and hoped that all those calcium supplements did their job. She glanced back at him. “Whoof, whoof.”

He didn’t move for a minute. When he did, it was to finish the beer in one long drink. Then he stood up slowly and opened his belt. He walked to her slowly, unzipping his pants and pulling out a healthy erection. He stroked it briefly as he knelt behind her. “Shit!” He whispered in shock. “You got cum everywhere!” He moaned softly and then, to her surprise, bent and licked her butthole.

She shivered. “Oh, yes baby! Lick it clean!” His tongue moved down and licked her pussy as well. She gasped; she never could get enough of being licked anywhere! He only did it for a few minutes before straightening up again and ramming his tool into her pus. Hard and fast, he went as if she were an object not a woman. He leaned forward and grabbed her tits and squeezed them. “Oh God! Harder!” She wailed. The last time she and Oliver had been that loud in the backyard, her neighbors threaten to call the cops. She deliberately yelled a little louder. “Fuck me, Dog! Fuck me!” He twisted her nipples sharply just as he had a particularly deep stroke and she came.

They both shook and he started snarling. “Take it, bitch! Take it, take it!“ He howled and came hard. He pulled out of her and sprayed several jets of jisim on her thighs and butt. Then he used his cock to spread it around and coated her with it. “Oh shit!” He sighed. He was already hard again and without waiting shoved himself into her ass. “Cunt! Take my dick, cunt!”

Abby was in heaven. “Oh yes, Baby! Take my ass!” She screeched. “Take it!”

His weight and speed began to push her down and soon she was laying flat on the grass. He pulled her hips back and used short deep strokes until he practically roared and emptied himself into her again.

This he fell forward and rolled off her. “Oh shit!” He gasped, breathless.

“My God!” Abby agreed. They both lay there, breathing hard for a few minutes. Finally, she rolled toward him. “So, Tochi, was that good for you?”

He looked confused for a moment. “Tochi? I’m Brad. Tochi went back in the house.” Brad’s expression slowly changed as he looked at her. Then he looked away. “I guess that was pretty bad. I’m not usually like that.”

“Really?” Abby sat up. “Pity.”

He looked back at her in confusion. “Pity? I call you a – a cunt. That was not right.”

“At the moment, it was exactly right.” She smiled. “Sometimes a little rough, a little nasty is just what a girl wants.”

“I shouldn’t drink.” Brad said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. That was wonderful for me.” She twisted and heard her back crack. “But, I’m afraid my old bones are going to ache tonight!” she laughed. “Be a dear and help an old lady up.”

Brad helped her stand and gently brushed the grass that stuck to her off. Abby stepped over to the patio and slipped her robe back on. “Now, the other’s tell me that you all are film students?”

“Oh, yes ma’am.” The alcohol seemed to have worn off and the shy boy returned. “I’m majoring in cinema history.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He paused. “I’m, uh, the one who showed your site to the others.”

“Really!” She looked at him again. The fetish for older women must not be related to the beer, she thought. “Well, then. Not tonight, but at some point, I’m going to have to give you a special thank you.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now, Oliver’s files are in the basement. Some of the other boys are down there already. Why don’t you join them.”

Blackout

Abby watched Brad head toward the garage door. Then she turned her attention to the back porch. She thought she’d seen movement there but wasn’t sure. The light wasn’t on and the patio light cast shadows on the screened in deck. Still, she moved toward it confidently. If someone was there, they would have had a clear view of her and Brad; Oliver would have loved to watch.

There was a young man sitting on the couch. She could just make out his outline when she opened the door and stepped inside.

“They don’t make movies like yours back home.” He said as the door closed. He had an accent that marked him as Asian but wasn’t distracting. “We have an adult industry but after decades of State control, nothing is as…explicated.”

Abby tied her robe shut. “I’m sure they are very romantic.”

“They are very artistic.” He replied. “And they leave much to the imagination.”

Abby wasn’t sure if he wanted her or not. “Perhaps one day I’ll get to see one of them.”

“They are subtle.” He stood up and approached her. It the darkness she could only just make out his shape. “Many things are inferred.” He touched her arm lightly; it sent a rush through her nerves. “The beauty is preserved, not the physicality.” His fingers caressed her silk clad breasts, briefly brushing over her nipples and she moaned. “Shhh,” he whispered. “They are soft. Not loud. Quiet.” He bent forward and moved the robe just enough to expose one nipple. He sucked it gently then covered it again. “The camera does not expose the primal nature of the act, only the passion.” His hands slipped down her body and between her legs.

Even if the other hadn’t left deposits, Tochi would have found Abby drenched. It was rare that anyone – even Oliver – had taken the time to slowly seduce her. Tochi was a master of it. Or perhaps it was her mood; at the moment, she was more aroused than she had been in years. His fingers brushed her clit and she struggled not to cry out. Instead, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and leaned on him. She was seconds from orgasm when he spoke again.

Japanese? Chinese? Something else? Abby had no idea but his tone told her enough and the sudden feeling of his manhood slowly slipping into her confirmed it for her. They stood together, barely moving. If anyone turned on the light, Abby doubted they could even tell what was happening. His arms were around her in a gentle hug. He was smaller than some of the other boys; very close to her size, in fact. She let him hold her. Only the slight movement of his hips betrayed what was happening. It also rubbed his pelvic bone against her clit and rocketed her to a orgasm much faster than she expected. She clinched her teeth and buried her face in his neck to keep from making any explicit sound. A moment later, he held her tightly and sighed.

After a few moments, he loosened his grip on her and slipped out as well. “Domo arigato.” He whispered. He stepped back from her and she hear the floor board creak. Then, the screen door squeaked and a second later closed quietly.

Abby was left in the dark, smiling. She promised herself that she would do some research into Asian smut.

Costumes for the Next Act

The porch connected to the house through a sliding glass door off the dining room. Abby tugged the door and found it, as she expected, locked. Almost immediately, however, the dining room light flipped on and a short blonde boy moved the curtain and grinned at her. He unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hi!” He gushed. “I’m Jason. And I can’t believe you’re really doing this.”

“Well, hello Jason. This isn’t how I expected to spend my Saturday night either.”

He stepped out of the way and let her in, locking the door behind her. “You look just like you did in the movie.”

She considered that. She had jizim everywhere. “Well, I haven’t had time to shower.”

He blushed. “I know.” He seemed suddenly mortified.

Abby arched an eyebrow. “You like seeing me covered in other men’s deposits?”

His blush went even deeper. “It’s just like in the movies.”

“In the movies, men see a woman like this and turn into uncontrollable beasts.”

Jason swallowed hard and stared at her. “I – I – I – I could n-n-never…”

“Never what? Push me to the floor, take what you want and leave your seed to mark me as well?”

“Uh – uh – uh –“ The boy was breathing hard. Abby could tell that he wanted to do the scene the right way he just wasn’t sure about it.

“Of course, if I resisted you’d need this sash. See it’s long enough to tie my wrists to the table legs.” He took the length of silk mechanically. “You must be one of those sweet boys everyone thinks is innocent.” He nodded. “But you’re not innocent at all, are you Jason. You’re dark. Little Jason. So shy. So harmless. So weak.”

“I’m not.” He growled softly.

“You look at me like this. Used. But you’re afraid to…”

He cut her off mid sentence by grabbing her and pulling her closer. “I’m not.” He hissed. He shoved her robe off her shoulders and she cooed. “Get down there.” He ordered, breathless.

“Down where?” Abby asked just to prod him. He pushed her down – not too roughly but probably more than he would have if she hadn’t goaded him into it. She crawled under the table and began to lie, eagle spread, on her back.

“NO!” He barked. “Roll over.” She gave him an appraising look but lay on her stomach. He was still able to tie her wrists loosely to the table legs. Unlike the actual film, however, he pushed her knees up giving him a clear shot of both her entrances.

“Oh Jason!” She moan exaggeratedly. “What are you going to do to me?”

He didn’t answer. A moment later, Abby moaned in earnest as Jason’s tongue wiggled around her nether hole. He licked the sticky fluids around it for a while and then much to her surprise, braved her depths and used his tongue to explore inside as well. “Yes, Boy, Yes! Oh lick it, lick me deep!” When she was close to exploding, Jason suddenly pulled away and shoved her hips down. An instant later, she felt him spray her butthole with a thick coating of his seed. He used his fingers to coat as much of her crease as he could, covering from the base of her spine to already well-coated lips.

“I’m not weak.” He said finally.

“No, Jason, you’re not.” She agreed. “You’re deep. Passionate. But hidden passion. You have to let it out sometimes.” She felt a joint creak. “Perhaps not with me.”

“Oh! Sorry!” He untied her and helped her stand.

“Not to worry! But it’s been some time. Next time, we’ll do that in a bed.”

“Next time?”

She tiled her head. “Unless you don’t want to use me for all that hidden passion.”

His expression went from shock to joy. “Yes, ma’am. Next time.”

Get That Cat Off the Set

Abby stood at the base of the stairs and looked up. In the middle of the staircase sat a stunned young man. He was a little short compared to the rest and wore thick glasses. He’s light complexion would have labeled him mulatto in Abby’s heyday but now such terms were archaic. ‘Bookish’ would no doubt still apply, she thought as she watched him drink her image in. She wondered how she looked – she must be fairly messy with jizim from five lovers. She had left the robe open. Oliver would have loved it; this boy seemed unnerved.

She took a couple steps toward him; his eyes never left her. “You know, this was one of the hardest scenes to film.” She paused then took two more steps. “The shadows were terrible and we had the worst time getting the camera in for the tight shots. We spent half a day trying to get it right.”

“You have to light from under.” He said in almost a dazed voice. “So the shadows are above the shot.”

Abby looked over the railing and pointed to a spot. “From down there?”

He looked over as well. “Clamp a series of lamps along here. Erase the shadows in all directions. Then used three handhelds with headlamps.” He stared at her again. “It was pretty badly lit on the tape.”

She looked at him as he looked at her. After a long moment, she began to tie the robe shut.

“Wait.” He said suddenly. He got up and pushed past her down the stairs. She watched him as he rearranged the living room lamps – including taking the shades off and putting them back upside down. When he was done, she had to admit that the stairs were much, much brighter. He pushed past her again and sat on the stairs in front of her. He frowned. “Is there a light upstairs?” He asked. He seemed to be looking less at her the person and more at her the object. She told him where the hall light was and smiled to herself as he hurried off to adjust it. She had seen some of the better techs with that kind of focus. They always seemed to move on to more legitimate cinema. But they did excellent work while they were available.

He came back and sat on the stairs again. “Hold the robe open for me.” He asked, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He shook his head. “It won’t work.”

“What won’t?” Abby couldn’t believe a naked, jizz-covered woman was standing in front of the boy and he had no response at all.

“The lighting. It’s too dark.”

“For what?”

“To film.”

“Are we filming this?” She knew they were but she wondered if he knew it.

“What, this? Well, no. I mean, it can’t be done the way you did it the first time and there’s not enough light to do it the right way.”

“We could find a few more lamps.”

He shook his head. “They won’t be bright enough. The trick is to keep the lights bright enough on you but not wash out whoever’s with you. You’re pretty dark.”

It had been a long time since anyone had been crass enough to remark on how dark Abby’s skin was and she bristled a bit at the comment. But as the boy went on about the lighting issue, she realized that he was more interested in how the light affected color than the actual color of her skin. Finally, she touched his leg. The boy jumped in surprise.

“Sweetheart, what is your name?”

“Oh. Uh, Fred.”

“Fred. Fred, sweetheart, I’m going to go on upstairs now. Why don’t you keep playing with it and let me know when it’s what you want.”

“Yeah. Right.” He sighed heavily and dropped in chin on his hand.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Just typical me. Thanks, Ms. Blows.” He stood up. 'I should probably go now.”

But Abby recognized disappointment when she saw it and blocked him when he tried to move past. “Not so fast, now young man. Why all this fussing with the light?”

He looked extremely embarrassed for a moment then looked at the floor. “It’s this fantasy of mine.”

“About me?” It wasn’t even possible boys still had fantasies about her!

“Well, not you specifically just a girl. But –” he seemed to resign himself to confessing, “- I just picture this beautiful girl coming up the stairs toward me.” He smiled sadly. “And she actually wants me.”

“Why is that so surprising?”

He laughed. “Are you kidding? Look at me! I’m not exactly stud-ly.”

“Oh I don’t know.” Abby tilted her head thoughtfully. “I saw you sitting on the stairs and just knew you wanted me. I was looking forward to it. And then the way you went about those lights, well, there’s nothing quite like a man who knows what he’s doing.” Usually she meant that in bed but it was true in most areas of life. “I was hoping you’d turn that attention on me.”

He chuckled. “If I knew what I was doing, I could make you as beautiful on film as you are in person.”

“Really? You think I’m beautiful? Now?”

He looked confused. “Are you kidding? Yeah!”

Abby took a step up so that she was finally touching him. Fred caught his breath; she could feel his heart pounding. “Tell me how you’d like to see me.” She whispered.

“Back lit.” He breathed. “With a blue tint. With a soft white fore lit so I can just make out your features.” As he spoke, she ran her hands over his chest and rubbed her face against his neck. “Just bright enough to make your robe glow around you.”

“Sounds lovely, Fred.” She sighed. “Frederick.” She nibbled his ear. “Romantic.”

“Oh God!” He groaned. She could feel his whole body throbbing against hers. “Say my name again.”

“Frederick.” She whispered. “I want you Frederick. You make me glow.”

“Oh! Oh! OH!” He grabbed her hard and shook and Abby suddenly realized what happened. A beginner’s problem. She tried not to laugh at the poor boy. “Oh Fuck!” He swore trying to recover his breath.

“Oh Frederick,” she cooed, “Next time you have to give that to me.” He was thoroughly embarrassed but she tried to downplay it. “After all, now, when you take me, you can make it last.”

“Are you kidding? Like I’ve got a chance after that!”

“Frederick.” His ears seemed very sensitive. “You may not want me, but I still want you.”

“Oh, I want you. Is that a joke? I want you, Gale, I want you!”

“Then let me tend to your friends and you can have me.” She kissed him softly. “I’ll wager they could use some lighting help in the basement.”

Character Roles and Motivations

The next boy was waiting on the bench in the hall. He was as dark skinned as she was and solidly built.

The hallway scene in the original film had been athletic. Her partner held her against the wall for most of it and had done all the heavy lifting, so to speak. This boy could probably have held her, but Abby knew she was well past safely rephrasing the scene.

He stood up as she approached him and reached out to her. She had to smile – this one was not shy or nervous and clearly knew what he wanted.

He pulled off her robe and dropped it behind her. Then he studied her body for a few moments, then dropped his head and took one of her nipples between his lips.

“Oh baby!” Abby murmured.

He stayed at her tits, sucking, licking and even biting with the single-minded focus of a true breast fetish. Abby continued to moan and groan even when he was long past her pleasure and bordering on dull. For the sake of a tittie film once, Oliver played with her breast practically non-stop for most of a day. In the smut business, you take the good with the bad. The Film – Milk Maidens – was quite popular. It was made just after she finished nursing her son and Oliver was able to squeeze the last few squirts of milk on camera. After that, it was a lot of clips and clamps and how swollen can we get those nipples on film.

Finally, the boy began pushing Abby insistently to the floor and it wasn’t hard to figure out what this boy wanted next. She pressed her breasts together and pulled her nipples for him. “You want to fuck my titties now, baby?” she purred.

The boy was panting so hard Abby was afraid that he’d hyperventilate. But that didn’t stop him from opening his pants and springing out with the second largest cock of the night. He tried to straddle her but had to stop and struggle with his shoes before pulling his jeans all the way off. Abby filled the time will video babble. “Oh baby, my nipples are so hard for you. I want to feel your jizz on my tits. You sucked my tittes so good, baby!” She pulled her nipples together and sucked them both. True, she didn’t have pert, firm breasts, but her large soft sagging breasts were more malleable and allowed for a great range of play. She had even once fucked another woman with her breasts. It had been in Large Sized Toys and after having spread Diamond Lily with every thing from her fist to a toy plastic monster baseball bat, they had managed to wedge Abby’s entire breast into the other woman’s slit.

Finally, the panting boy straddled Abby and she let him rub the dripping head of his penis between her breasts. She held them together while he played with her nipples some more and pumped. He had his eyes clinched shut and his mouth open as he suddenly squeezed her tightly against himself and came.

It took him a moment to recover himself and open his eyes. He looked more shocked than anything else. He let his now spent member rub in the pool of wetness in her cleavage while he caught his breath.

Abby watched him and after a few moments asked, “Are you alright?”

He shook his head. “I keep thinking about my mother.” He whispered.

“Well, we won’t tell your mother about things she won’t approve of, will we?” She smiled gently and had another thought. “And if you want me to be your mother, we can certainly play that game too.” She gave his knee a firm pat. “Help Mother up. I’ll wager I have one more little boy to tend to tonight.”

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