LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!
by Gato Medio
(April 2004)

"Where's that damned hairbrush?"

Gabriella was furious. Why on earth did things always
disappear from their proper place. The hairbrush's place
was right here, on top of the vanity unit. Just a bit to
the right. She should be able to pick it up without
having to take her eyes off the mirror. But it wasn't
there.

Gabriella had just taken a shower and washed her hair.
She had dried it to the point where it now needed a
brushing so that it wouldn't fly all over the place in a
disorderly mess. Her shoulder-length dark hair needed the
discipline of the hairbrush. At least one hundred
strokes. But the hairbrush had disappeared. Gabriella
remembered that Lucia, the maid, had been in the bathroom
the day before to put everything in order. Except that
her idea of order was different from Gabriella's.
Gabriella kept her things in an organised disorder; she
always knew where everything was - or at least where it
was supposed to be. She checked all the drawers and
compartments of the vanity unit. No hairbrush.

"Bedroom," she said to herself and went looking in her
bedroom. No luck.

"Other bathroom." Maybe the maid had confused things and
put her hairbrush on the vanity unit in the second
bathroom. Gabriella wrapped herself in a towel and went
looking. Nothing.

"Tina's room," Gabriella said. Tina, her seventeen year
old daughter, was in the habit of carrying off objects
and leaving them in her room, similar to a burrowing
animal accumulating food for winter. The cordless phone
was a regular visitor there. But, over time, she had also
hi-jacked the remote control for the TV set, telephone
books, assorted tools and kitchen implements and the
ironing board. There was a good chance that Gabriella's
hairbrush had also found its way into Tina's room.

Going into Tina's room in her absence was a touchy
subject. The two had had a number of noisy arguments
about that. Tina accused her mother of snooping on her,
trying to find out things she didn't feel like telling
her mother, invading her privacy. At one stage Tina
decided to lock her room whenever she went out. But then
one day she left the phone inside her locked room and her
mother couldn't get at it. Gabriella decided to call a
locksmith to open the door and when Tina came home there
was an almighty row. Tina had threatened to move out.

That was the last thing Gabriella wanted to happen. Her
'snooping', as Tina called it, wasn't purely a desire to
satisfy her curiosity. Gabriella wanted to be there when
Tina needed her, she wanted to know there was a problem
before Tina found it important enough to tell her. If
Tina were to move out, she wouldn't be able to look after
her little girl, she would blame herself if anything
happened to her.

When Tina was born, Gabriella had been 17 years old, just
like Tina was today. Gabriella had fallen for the easy
smile of Leandro, Tina's father. With his happy-go-lucky
attitude and his silver tongue he was able to make any
woman feel she was the most beautiful, most sexy, most
desirable woman in the world. She had fallen into his bed
the day he first set eyes on her. Leandro wasn't her
first, but the handful of men which had come before him
paled into insignificance compared to Leandro's skills in
pleasing a woman. One month later - Bingo! - she knew she
was pregnant.

She didn't even try to persuade him to marry her. Leandro
couldn't belong to just one woman. It was pointless to
try to imprison this butterfly of a man who was
constantly moving from one flower to the next. As the
size of her belly increased, Leandro's passion for her
diminished. Then, when she was in her seventh month, he
said he was going to spend some time in the wilderness.
Gabriella soon found out that her name was Juraci, and
she was gorgeous. If she'd been only half as intelligent
as she was sensual, she would have been a genius. But the
distribution of good looks and brains was quite
disproportionate.

'Who am I to call other women stupid?' Gabriella scolded
herself. She had fallen for Leandro's affirmation that
sex wasn't any good unless it involved the direct contact
of skin to skin, cock to cunt. Real men didn't use
preservatives. No, Ma'am.

Gabriella knew that today's generation had different
attitudes in many respects, but nobody could guarantee
her that there wasn't a bastard out there who would get
her daughter pregnant. She wanted Tina to be more
careful, more responsible, cleverer, happier than she had
been. A few times she had said, "I don't want to be a
grandma at 34," and Tina had replied, "Tell me when you
would like to be a granny, mum, so I can try to schedule
it in." In the end they had come to a 'gentlewomen's
agreement'. Tina would not lock her room and her mother
had promised not to snoop.

All this flashed through Gabriella's mind as she opened
the door to her daughter's room, reminding herself that
she was just looking for her hairbrush and wouldn't use
the opportunity for having a look around. She wouldn't
touch anything, just look. She wouldn't open any drawers
or doors, just see if the hairbrush was lying somewhere -
on the table, the bed, anywhere. Gabriella didn't find
her hairbrush but something else caught her attention. It
was a video cassette which, apart from the manufacturer's
label, had a little sticker on it which read 'Chris 1/2'.

'Chris' was Tina's preferred nickname. She found the name
Tina boring and had persuaded all her friends and
teachers to call her Chris. As far as Gabriella was
concerned, Tina was Tina, and that was that. Tina/Chris
liked the gender ambivalence of Chris and enjoyed the
confusions which arose when someone who knew her only by
name, expected 'Chris' to be short for Christopher and
suddenly found out that this particular Chris was short
for Christina.

Gabriella was a cameraman. Actually, her being a woman,
this should be camerawoman. But she didn't like that term
and thought the other options - cameraperson or camera
operative - were even more horrible. At her place of
work, they referred to her and her colleagues, both male
and female, simply as camera, full stop. She worked for
one of the major TV networks. It was a demanding job. You
had to work all hours and be prepared to travel at short
notice, which could play havoc with your social life. But
the job also had its rewards. The pay was excellent and
she got to meet many interesting people. She found that
she spent most of her social life in the company of
others who were in the same predicament as her: arranging
their lives within the framework of an unsocial,
unpredictable work schedule. On the whole, she thought
the positive points outnumbered the negative ones by far.

She hadn't done anything to steer Tina towards working in
the media. She wanted her to make her own choice, without
being influenced by her mother. But she couldn't help
feeling pleased when Tina chose an extra-curricular
project which dealt with film and TV. A group of students
had got together to study theoretical and practical
aspects of film making under the tutelage of a teacher.
They were going to produce a short movie and would submit
it as an entry in a nationwide competition of student
filmmakers.

Tina had never told her mother which particular aspect of
the film she was responsible for. Gabriella didn't know
whether she was directing, scripting, camera, lights,
special effects or any of the other disciplines involved
in filmmaking. She thought it better not to ask, she
didn't want to be considered intrusive. Tina had made it
clear that they wanted to learn from experience, not be
told how to do it by an expert.

When Gabriella saw the sticker which said 'Chris 1/2',
she assumed this was the first of two parts of the film
they were producing. It fired up her curiosity, both
professionally and as Tina's mother. She picked up the
tape to have a look at what they were doing. Maybe she
could give them some hints. That wasn't snooping, was it?

Gabriella went to the living room and popped the tape
into the video recorder. The search for the hairbrush was
forgotten. When the initial flickering stopped, there was
the picture of a naked girl. More precisely, the torso of
a naked girl, because the picture had been chopped off at
the neck and above the knees.

"That's terrible," she said. "How can they let their
camera get away with something like that?" Even without
the head, the figure looked familiar.

Then the girl moved. No, the camera moved. It moved back
and the whole girl and part of the room came into view.
It was Tina, her little Tina, posing naked for the
camera! And she was standing in Gabriella's bedroom!

"How dare they!" she exclaimed. Tina had never asked for
permission to use her mother's bedroom as a film studio.

Gabriella ran back quickly through her recent engagements
and concluded that this had probably happened during the
weekend she had spent with Silvio at the health resort in
the nearby mountains. Silvio had invited her to this
super-luxurious spa where guests could undergo all kinds
of relaxing and rejuvenating treatments in order to
return full of energy to the rat race.

Unfortunately, Silvio's performance in bed had been
anything but healthy. It broke her heart, but she decided
to be honest with him, and on the journey back she
suggested he'd continue to patronize the professional
ladies he was seeing regularly. They probably didn't mind
if the whole action was over within the space of five
minutes - on the contrary.

Out of frustration and lack of anything else to do,
Gabriella had used every exercise machine available and
undergone every treatment the resort had to offer. She
was completely exhausted when she got home. She still
remembered that her sweet little daughter Tina ("I'm
going to wring her neck when I get a chance.") had
noticed how groggy she was. "Tough weekend?" she had
asked and Gabriella had replied, "Yeah, but not because
of what *you* think."

So, it had been on that weekend that Tina and her friends
had invaded her privacy and had shot a movie in her
bedroom! Tina was going to hear about that, for sure! The
only problem would be explaining how she'd found out.

By the way, what kind of movie was this? It dawned on her
that what she'd seen so far looked more like a third-rate
porn movie than an entry to a school competition.

On the video, Tina had moved onto the bed - Gabriella's
bed! - and was caressing her breasts. The camera first
showed the whole girl, then zoomed in, showing only the
face and chest.

"That's better," Gabriella said as the camera panned down
the girl's body, following a hand which moved from the
girl's breasts via her belly to her pussy. That move had
been executed quite well, considering that they probably
didn't have a steady-cam at their disposal.

The camera now focussed on the girl's almost hairless
pussy. The girl was stimulating herself, moving her
fingers up and down her pussy lips, rubbing her clit,
combining circular movements on her clit with up-and-down
strokes along her slit.

Gabriella was fascinated, but something wasn't quite
right. She rewound the tape a little and selected replay
at half speed. "That's the trick," she congratulated
herself. "You've got to show this part in slow motion, it
becomes more dream-like, more sensual."

The girl was now masturbating in slow motion. The
movement of her fingers along her slit increased in
length, going as far as the little rosette of her rear
hole. Then the other hand joined the first, prying her
pussy lips open to reveal the entry to her love channel
and allow the finger to slip inside. The movement of the
finger now went from the clitoris to the anus, rubbing,
stroking and slipping inside the vagina.

"It's a pity there is no sound, otherwise she would be
moaning by now," Gabriella said. "I wonder how they plan
to add the sound. That will be one hell of a job to
synchronise."

Without her being aware of it, her own hands had
unfastened the towel, moved to her pussy and were
imitating the hands on the TV screen. Soon she was
producing the moaning sounds that were missing from the
tape. When she became aware of this, she stopped
immediately.

"That's disgusting! Here I am, getting myself off,
watching a tape of my own daughter masturbating. I ought
to be ashamed of myself!"

But the scene on the TV screen didn't become less
arousing because of this. Her own pussy wanted attention.
There wasn't any face anywhere on the screen. No nametag,
just a pussy and two hands. How was she supposed to know
that these belonged to her daughter? The girl in the
video had inserted two fingers into her pussy and was
pushing them in and out with determination. Gabriella
decided to follow her example. She worked in unison with
the picture on the screen and pushed her fingers deep
into her wet cunt. When the girl's hips bucked,
indicating that she had climaxed, so did Gabriella.

The TV screen went white. Was that it? She fast-forwarded
the tape to see if there was more. When the tape came to
another recording showing two naked female figures, she
noticed from the clock on the VCR that Tina was due to
arrive in a few minutes. She quickly rewound the tape and
put it back into Tina's room, exactly where she had found
it.

                         -----

Gabriella still didn't know whether she should feel
guilty about masturbating to her daughter's performance.
Watching that tape had brought her finely balanced
emotive system into disarray. She was going to talk to
Tina about this, but she needed a clear head, she needed
to develop a strategy. She needed time to think before
she'd act. For the time being she'd just pretend nothing
happened.

She returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa
where she would wait for Tina to arrive. She wanted to
create the impression that she had been sitting there all
the time. When she felt something hard under her bottom,
she lifted the cushion and found her hairbrush. What on
earth was it doing there?

Having finally found the hairbrush, Gabriella decided to
return to her bathroom to brush her hair. It was probably
even better to be in the middle of doing something when
Tina came home rather than to be sitting there, waiting
and worrying that Tina might notice something unusual.

As she brushed her hair, Gabriella thought how strange
this situation had become. She remembered a time during
her childhood when she and her older sister were secretly
looking at books they weren't supposed to touch.

Those books were being kept on the top shelf, too high
for the girls to reach. But the girls were clever enough
to get at those books using a stepladder. They would look
at the pictures they weren't supposed to see and read the
forbidden stories and then returned each book to its
place, making sure that everything was as they had found
it.

But often there was one little detail they missed and
their parents noticed that something was different and
asked uncomfortable questions. She remembered that after
their transgressions she always felt butterflies in her
tummy and her heart would beat faster while she watched
to see if the adults would find them out.

That was exactly how she was feeling now. She had
butterflies in her stomach because she was worried her
daughter might find out that she'd watched the video.
That was ridiculous! It was Tina who should be worried
that her mother found out about this tape. Not her
getting nervous about her daughter finding out she'd seen
it.

                         -----

There were steps outside and a knock on the door.

"Hi mum, I'm home."

"Hi Tina, how was your day today?"

Gabriella looked at her daughter and thought what an
attractive young lady she was. Although she was fully
dressed - or what passes for fully dressed in these
tropical climes: cut-off top, Lycra shorts, sandals - she
couldn't help thinking of the close-up of Tina's pussy
which had filled her TV screen only a short while ago.

For the first time Gabriella admitted that Tina's navel
piercing looked distinctly sexy. That piercing had been
the subject of several noisy arguments. Gabriella had
been dead set against it and Tina had called her old-
fashioned.

"For Christ's sake, mum," she had exclaimed, "we're
talking about a navel piercing. You act as if I wanted to
wear a ring through my nose or have my tongue or nipples
pierced."

Gabriella couldn't think of any reason why anyone would
want to wear a ring through their nose, and the mere
thought of having her tongue or nipples pierced made her
wince. In the end Tina won and was now wearing a very
attractive piece of body jewellery in her navel.

Tina looked at her mother. So she'd found the hairbrush.
Good. Chances were that she had been looking in her room
before she found it and then she would have seen the
tape. Tina was pretty sure of that. The only remaining
uncertainty was whether her mother had been able to
resist the temptation to watch it.

                         -----

After dinner, Gabriella relaxed in the living room,
watching television. Without really knowing why, she
switched to the adult channel that came with her cable TV
subscription. Tina joined her after her bath.

"I didn't know you liked this kind of stuff," Tina said,
rubbing her hair with a towel.

Gabriella looked at her daughter, standing there, wearing
a towelling robe which reached barely to the middle of
her thighs. What stunning legs Tina had! What firm
thighs! Her eyes wandered up those legs to the point
where her view was obscured by the robe. Then the image
of Tina's pussy from the video tape returned. She had to
pry her eyes away from her daughter.

"Just trying to find out what the competition is doing,"
she answered casually.

Tina smiled. She was sure that her mother had watched the
tape. Not only had she watched it, it had turned her on.
Excellent! Now she only had to wait for her mother to
make the next move.

"Which competition?" she asked. "Other TV channels or
other women?"

The screen showed the picture of a woman going down on a
man. It didn't actually show her do it - even adult
television didn't go that far - the scene simply
suggested that that was what the woman was doing.

                         -----

In bed that evening, Gabriella found it difficult to get
to sleep. She couldn't get that close-up of her
daughter's pussy out of her mind. And her hands kept
wandering down to her own sex, eager to repeat the scene
she had watched.

Gabriella thought about herself when she was Tina's age.
She had gone straight from sex novice to pregnant
teenager to single mother, with very little time to play,
to experiment. After Tina was born, Gabriella had found
it difficult to establish a lasting relationship with men
in her age group. Their idea of starting a family was to
produce their own offspring, not inherit someone else's.
When they found out that she already had a daughter, they
took flight. Gabriella refused to hide Tina or feel
guilty about having brought her into this world.

The partners she did eventually find were in a higher age
bracket: dropouts from failed marriages, married men
looking for a bit on the side, a few stubborn bachelors.

Gabriella found that she needed sex two or three times a
week in order to function normally, just like a car needs
petrol and the occasional oil change to keep going. She
had established a small circle of men she could turn to
for a fill-up and lubrication. The sex was good, she had
no reason to complain. But there was never any romance in
the air, nor any talk of a lasting relationship, of a
future together. There was nobody who wanted to take up
permanent residence in her heart, in her bed.

As her partners grew older - Gabriella somehow felt that
her own age had been standing still for a while - she
moved gradually down the age range. Nowadays, most of the
men she slept with were younger than her. She sometimes
wondered if she'd ever get to the point where she would
go to bed with a man who was young enough to be her own
son.

With Tina, Gabriella tried to be both open and discrete
about her sex life. She had told her daughter about sex
as soon as she considered her old enough to understand,
and filled in more details as she grew up and was able to
understand more. Pregnancy and how to prevent it had been
a major topic in these conversations. She had never
hidden the fact that she was sleeping with men, but she
rarely ever brought any of them home and never made love
to them in her bedroom. She didn't want to hide it from
Tina, but she also didn't want to rub it under her nose.

Tina was following her mother's example in this respect.
She didn't hide the fact that she was sleeping with boys,
but she never took any of them into her room - at least
not when her mother was at home. She commented freely
about the boys she went out with and what they got up to,
often joking about the boys' awkwardness, their lack of
experience and sensitivity.

But it seemed to Gabriella that these comments had become
less frequent recently. Was she pushing her daughter away
with her constant reminders to take precautions, to act
responsibly? She couldn't help that. Her brain had been
programmed - or rather she had programmed it herself - in
a way, that feeding it the words 'Tina' and 'sex' in any
context resulted automatically in a flashing warning
message, saying 'unwanted pregnancy'.

Gabriella still remembered how she had suffered when Tina
told her one day, quite casually, "I think it's going to
happen today."

"What's going to happen today?"

"I'm going to let him make a woman out of me."

Tina had been infatuated with the boy in question -
Gabriella couldn't even remember his name - and thought
their relationship would last until the end of eternity.

Those were the worst cases. When a girl thinks this
relationship is going to last, she's more likely to
forget her mother's warnings. The two had met a few weeks
before the big step and had become inseparable. They were
seeing each other every day and both of them thought they
had found the love of their lives.

It lasted for another couple of weeks. Gabriella still
remembered the relief she felt when Tina told her, with
tears in her eyes, that the search for Mr. Right had been
put off to an unspecified date and that, in the meantime,
she was going to enjoy herself. It may seem strange, but
Gabriella felt more comfortable with her daughter
'sleeping around' than she would be if Tina were looking
for a steady relationship.

Recently, Tina had been remarkably quiet on the subject.
Was she keeping secrets? Was there something she felt she
couldn't tell her mother? Had she lost trust in her?
Gabriella felt she wanted to get closer to her daughter.
She wanted to be her best friend rather than a figure of
authority. Maybe they could go out together, chasing men.
She could always pretend to be Tina's older sister, or a
cousin, maybe.

'Isn't it strange,' Gabriella thought to herself, 'how
one little video clip can send me on a trip down memory
lane, make me reflect on my relationship with my daughter
and change my attitude towards her.'

But it wasn't just any old video clip, it was one of her
daughter masturbating. 'I guess, not many mothers go
through an experience where they suddenly find themselves
confronted with a tape like this,' she told herself.

And it wasn't just one clip either. She knew there was at
least one more clip, involving two naked girls, one of
them Tina. That much she knew. She hadn't had time to
watch it all and to check if there was more. She needed
to watch the whole tape, then she would decide which
action to take. She would try to leave work early the
next day. That should give her about one hour before Tina
would get home.

                         -----

The next morning Gabriella got ready and left for work
before Tina got up. She managed, with difficulties, to
concentrate on her work, always tempted to visualise the
close-up of her daughter's sex and wondering what else
there might be on that tape. She left early, alleging a
doctor's appointment. When she arrived home she went
straight into Tina's room to retrieve the tape. It wasn't
there.

At least not where she had left it the day before. She
looked around the room but didn't see the video anywhere.
She almost panicked. Seeing the rest of that tape had
somehow become important to her.

She decided to break her vow not to snoop. She looked in
drawers, on shelves, inside the wardrobe, always careful
to leave everything the way she'd found it. Finally she
saw the tape. It was in the middle of a pile of books and
papers, probably stuff that had to do with the project.
Gabriella carefully noted where exactly the tape was
positioned in the pile, then she took it and went to the
living room. Her heart was pounding hard from the
excitement.

She hadn't counted on having to search for the tape. This
had taken up time she had planned to use watching it. Her
first impulse was to skip over the clip she already knew.
But then she decided to watch it again, to provide the
context.

Once more she was faced with the close-up of her
daughter's pussy filling the large TV screen. Once more
she watched her daughter bring herself off. Once more her
own pussy told her unmistakably that it also wanted some
attention. She managed to resist the temptation - just -
but felt herself getting wet nevertheless.

The second clip started with two naked girls kneeling on
the bed, facing each other, embracing and kissing. One of
them was Tina, the other one, a brown skinned girl should
really be called a woman. Her full breasts, the roundness
of her hips, her luscious ass, everything about her oozed
sex. Next to her, Tina looked pale - and not only because
of the colour of her skin.

Gabriella considered it crude and lacking sophistication
to start the scene with the girls already undressed.
'They've lost the opportunity to show us how they took
off their clothes. Did they undress each other slowly,
tenderly, discovering each other's body for the first
time? Did one of them strip for the other to turn her on?
Did they rip off each other's clothes in passionate
lust?' Showing that stage would prepare the audience much
better for what is to come, she thought.

The girls knelt on the bed in a tight embrace, their
mouths locked together in a French kiss that seemed to
never end. Their hands started wandering, sliding down
eager bodies, caressing backs, hips, buttocks. Then they
moved a little apart, they took turns in fondling each
other's breasts, kissing and sucking the hardened
nipples.

'How hot it is in here,' Gabriella thought. She needed to
shed some clothes. She peeled off her skin-tight jeans
and took off her panties in the same move. It didn't
exactly cool her down, but now her hands had free access
to the part of her body which felt particularly hot.

On the video, Tina had motioned the brown girl to lie on
her back and was hunched over her wide open legs. The
camera alternated between an overall shot of the two
girls on the bed, a close-up of Tina eating the girl's
pussy and a study of the mulata's face.

"They aren't acting," Gabriella observed, "they're doing
this for real." But that wasn't really surprising. Tina's
masturbation performance hadn't been a fake either. She
had stroked herself and come for real. And Gabriella
could tell that this wasn't the first time that Tina
licked another girl's pussy. Had her daughter become a
lesbian?

The shots of the brown girl's face were particularly
impressive. They showed how much she enjoyed the
treatment she received. The ecstatic expression on her
face, the half-open mouth, the way her head thrashed from
one side to the other, all these things indicated that
she was probably moaning quite noisily, voicing her
approval of Tina's action. Once more, Gabriella supplied
the missing soundtrack as she fingered herself, joining
the girl on the TV screen in a very satisfying orgasm.

When the phone rang, Gabriella noticed that she had
slipped off her seat and was now kneeling on the floor,
her back resting against the sofa, her legs spread wide.
She didn't expect any phone calls that were worth
interrupting her activity for. She decided to let the
answering machine take care of this.

When the recording came on, she heard Tina's voice. "Hi
mum, it's Chris." Gabriella dashed to the phone to pick
up the call. She told Tina that she had got home just
this moment. Tina was calling to let her mother know she
wouldn't be home for dinner. A friend had invited her to
a party, but she assured her mother she wouldn't be very
late. And, yes, she'd take precautions.

Gabriella picked up her discarded clothes from the floor
and carried them to her bedroom. She removed her
remaining clothes and slipped on a silk gown. The touch
of the cool fabric on her skin made her arousal return.

She was pleased that Tina wouldn't be home so soon. This
way she would be able to watch the rest of the tape
without having to constantly keep an eye on her watch,
worrying that Tina might walk in on her unexpectedly. She
poured herself a drink and settled down again in front of
the TV set.

The next clip opened up with a shot of Tina standing in
front of Gabriella's bed, facing a black man.

"What a hunk," Gabriella gasped. Could it be that a body
like this was just a gift of nature? That would be so
unfair! She preferred to think that the body of this
black Adonis was the result of many hours of strenuous
workouts. She seemed no longer to mind that all these
scenes had been shot in her bedroom without her
knowledge. The man's sizable cock was semi-hard. Tina
stroked it as she kissed the man who, in turn, fondled
her breasts.

When the man's cock was fully erect, Tina knelt in front
of the man, looking admiringly at his member. She kissed
the head gently, ran her tongue around it while pulling
back the flexible skin. She let her tongue slide along
the rock-solid shaft, down to his balls. She sucked them
into her mouth, one at a time, and then let her tongue
dance back to the tip of the cock.

The camera showed the man's face, contorted in sweet
agony. In the meantime, Tina had firmed her lips around
the man's shaft and taken as much of his cock as she
could manage into her mouth. Her head moved back and
forth, almost letting the hard rod escape and then
engulfing it again in the depth of her mouth.

Her movements picked up speed and depth as she gently
squeezed the man's balls with one hand. The occasional
shots of the man's face showed that his excitement was
mounting, he wasn't going to last much longer. His
approaching orgasm could be seen from the spasming of his
hips, his hand moving down, pressing Tina's head closer
to his groin. Tina did not release the cock from her
mouth as it erupted, shooting plenty of hot sperm against
the back of her throat. But she opened her mouth slightly
to let some of his love juice escape and slowly trickle
down her chin.

Gabriella was completely enthralled by the scene she had
just watched. Her fingers had once more visited her pussy
and brought her to a climax as she saw her daughter's
mouth overflow with the black man's semen. She had had no
idea that Tina was such an accomplished cocksucker. She
envied Tina for having had a chance to suck such a
marvellous cock. She envied the man for having felt
Tina's mouth on his dick.

Gabriella checked if there was anything else on the tape,
but this had been the last clip. She wondered briefly
what scenes part two might contain and whether the second
tape was hidden somewhere in Tina's room, but decided to
refrain from any further searches. She returned the tape
to Tina's room, making sure to leave everything exactly
as she had found it.

                         -----

Now came the difficult part. She had to try to understand
the significance of this tape. She had to decide what she
was going to do about it. And she had to come to terms
with what she had been feeling while she watched her
daughter's performance.

Nothing that Tina did on this tape was new to Gabriella.
She had done those things - and many others - many times
and wouldn't hesitate doing them again. She acknowledged
that Tina was now almost a grown-up woman. Therefore it
wasn't overly surprising that Tina would engage in these
activities.

But Gabriella had never performed for a camera, she even
refused to let her lovers take photographs of her in the
nude - not out of modesty, only because she was worried
the pictures might end up in the wrong hands, Tina's
hands for example. Now she had accidentally stumbled
across a tape which showed her daughter as the main
protagonist in a collection of porn clips. Or did this
tape have something to do with Tina's extra-curricular
project? She found it difficult to believe that.

It was clear that she needed to have a talk with Tina. A
talk, not a confrontation. She had to create an
atmosphere where Tina felt comfortable and relaxed and
then she would ask casually about that project. Hopefully
Tina's answers would clarify the situation. But what
would she do if there wasn't any connection between the
project and this tape? Would she confess that her
curiosity had got the better of her and ask for an
explanation? That would very much depend on how relaxed
Tina was. She didn't want to provoke another outburst.

Gabriella thought of inviting Tina for a special dinner
in one of her favourite restaurants. Tina loved Japanese
food and was constantly complaining how expensive a meal
in a good Japanese restaurant was. She had even hinted
that her monthly allowance was barely enough for one good
meal. Gabriella could afford to invite Tina and let her
chose whatever she wanted. That would put her in a
positive frame of mind.

But dinner in a restaurant had its limitations. You went
there, you ordered your meal, maybe you had a drink
before, you ate your meal, you paid and you left.
Gabriella wanted a more open-ended setting, where they
could talk for as long as they wanted, as long as it took
- like they could at home. That was it! She would arrange
a Japanese meal at home. Several of the best restaurants
in town had a delivery service. She would order sushi and
sashimi from the restaurant and prepare a few salads.
Bingo!

When Tina got up the next morning, Gabriella asked her if
she had anything planned for Saturday night. Tina sensed
that this was her mother's move, her reaction to the
planted video tape. She had planned to spend Saturday
night with Zeca, but she could rearrange that. This was
more important.

"Not yet, why?" she answered.

"I thought we could have a nice meal together. I feel
kind of guilty about not spending more time with you."

That answer confirmed Tina's assumption. "Alright then.
What's on the menu?"

"I want to keep that a secret. But I promise it will be
something you like."

"Sounds good." Tina said.

                         -----

It may not always appear that way, but Tina had a very
high opinion of her mother. In fact, she thought her
mother was pretty high up there in the competition for
the title of 'best mum in the world'. She found it
amazing how she managed single-handedly to bring up a
daughter, hold down a demanding job and maintain a varied
and satisfying sex life - at least that's what Tina
gathered from her mother's occasional comments and from
the frequent nights and weekends she spent away from the
apartment.

Tina also admired her mother for the youthful appearance
she maintained. She often thought 'I hope I still have a
figure like this when I get to be thirty-four'.

If her mother had a fault, then it was that of being
overprotective, of always wanting to keep Tina under her
wing to make sure that nothing bad would happen to her.
Even though Tina understood the reasons for this
character trait, it did occasionally get up her nose and
provoke violent outbursts of her temper. Outbursts which
she usually regretted the moment after they happened. She
was thankful to her mother for not bearing grudges and
was looking forward to spending an evening in her
mother's company.

The two women spent Saturday morning and afternoon
pursuing their separate activities, although it turned
out that these activities weren't all that different.

Tina went with a few friends to Prainha, a beach near the
western edge of Rio, where they went for a dip, watched
the surfers and enjoyed the sunshine. Then Zeca came to
pick her up. She had rescheduled him from the evening to
the afternoon and instead of spending the night with him
she enjoyed a wonderful afternoon in his bed.

Gabriella went to the beach in Ipanema, only a couple of
blocks from her apartment. She had a fixed spot which she
visited regularly, where she was a frequent customer of
the coconut-water seller and where her friends knew to
find her. As she freshened up her suntan, Ricardo stopped
by. Ricardo was one of the men she could count on when
she needed a little love and affection.

He complimented her on her beautiful tan, her long,
slender legs, her firm belly without any sign of flab,
the excellent fit of her bikini ...; in other words, he
wanted to fuck. Knowing that there wasn't much to do to
prepare this evening's meal, she accepted his invitation
for lunch and a visit to his apartment afterwards.

By five o'clock Gabriella was back home and started
preparations for the evening in earnest. Once more she
congratulated herself for the excellent idea. Both she
and Tina were looking after their figures and preferred a
meal consisting of salads and raw fish to masses of fat
and carbohydrates.

There was also the advantage that this kind of meal
didn't run the risk of getting cold. They wouldn't have
to eat everything in one go, they would be able to eat at
their leisure, pausing when the conversation required it,
take as long as necessary over the meal. On top of that,
the dishes she had ordered from the Japanese restaurant
were beautifully presented, they gave the table a festive
mood which she tried to match with her salads. She would
serve some sake to accompany the meal, to lend
authenticity and to break the ice.

As she agonized about what to wear, Gabriella noted that
her heart was beating just a little bit faster than
usual. She felt like she was expecting a date for the
first visit to her place, someone she'd invited for a
meal and 'whatever happens afterwards'. She wondered if
she would get to the 'whatever happens afterwards' part
with her daughter this evening.

Gabriella had at first been reluctant to admit it, but
the more she thought about it, the clearer it became: She
had a crush on her own daughter. She wanted to see Tina's
naked body in front of her eyes and take off her own
clothes for Tina. She wanted to watch her masturbate -
not on a tape, no, face to face. Or she could masturbate
for Tina if that pleased her. She wanted to eat Tina's
pussy and let Tina lick hers.

She wanted to take that masturbating, pussy-licking, cock-
sucking daughter of hers into her arms, lift her up and
carry her to her bed. She wanted to wake up in the
morning and find Tina's young and tender body in her arms
and smell the sweet perfume of her sated sex.

At first, this admission had shocked her, she was sure it
was morally wrong for a mother to think like this about
her own daughter, but the clearer her feelings became to
her, the freer she admitted to her desire, the more
determined she became to do whatever was necessary to
make her dream come true.

                         -----

Tina arrived, looking just as radiant as Gabriella felt
herself. 'It's amazing what a few hours of sunshine and a
good fuck can do to a woman's wellbeing,' she thought.
When Tina saw the beautifully laid table and realized
that dinner was going to be her favourite type of food,
her eyes lit up.

"That looks wonderful, mum," she said, "what are we
celebrating?"

"We don't need a reason to enjoy an evening together",
she answered, "but if we need one, then I'm celebrating
that I have such a beautiful and intelligent daughter".

"And I'll celebrate that I have such a beautiful,
intelligent and generous mother."

Tina gave her mother a big hug. These declarations may
sound corny out of context but they reflected exactly
what the two women felt at that moment.

                         -----

When Gabriella thought the time was right, she remarked
casually, "By the way, you haven't told me much about
that film project of yours. How's it going?"

"Not very well. In fact, we're at a dead stop right now,"
Tina replied.

"Is here anything I could help you with? You know I work
in this field."

"It's not a technical problem," Tina said without
offering any further information.

"What kind of a problem is it?"

"Legal." Tina said. "I'm too young. Paulo Costa, our
tutor, told us that, legally speaking, we've produced
child pornography. There's no way we can submit this as
an entry to the competition."

Tina's voice carried all her frustration and
disappointment, her resentment against this world of
adult hypocrites. What she'd just told her mother was
exactly what had happened. They had produced the first
set of clips and showed them to their tutor. The idea was
that he could also use them in his sex education classes.
He'd immediately asked Chris how old she was and when she
said seventeen, he'd shaken his head and told them about
the legal prohibition of anybody underage appearing in
sexually explicit scenes.

Gabriella was taken aback. It had never occurred to her
that she had been watching child pornography when she had
devoured her daughter with her eyes. As someone who
worked in the media she should have known.

"Aren't you going to ask what kind of film we are
producing?"

Her daughter's question brought Gabriella back to
actuality. She hadn't asked because she already knew, but
she wasn't supposed to know; she wasn't supposed to have
seen that tape. She looked at Tina and noticed a
mischievous smile on her daughter's face. Had she given
herself away? Did Tina suspect that she had seen the
tape?

"Oh yes, I was just about to ask. What kind of film is
it?"

"It's about sex." Tina answered.

"That's a broad subject. Can you be more specific?"

"Masturbation, both male and female, lesbian, gay,
fellatio, cunnilingus, vanilla, anal, threesomes." Tina
rattled off the forms of sex as if they were a list of
ingredients in a recipe or the capitals of western
Europe.

"So you were going to make a film that deals with all
these forms of sex?" Gabriella asked.

"Not 'we were', 'we are'. The project isn't dead. It's
just suffering a temporary setback. There are really
three stages to it." Tina started to pick up enthusiasm.

"First, we produce short clips showing each of the forms
of sex I've listed, clearly and explicitly. In the second
stage we show these clips to various test groups and we
film their reaction. For example teenagers. There will be
one group of boys, one of girls and a mixed group. Just
to find out whether, for example, boys react differently
when they watch this in the presence of girls. There will
also be test groups of parents, teachers and clerics.

For the third stage we get a couple of psychologists and
sociologists to comment on the reactions. The final
result will be a film that shows one sexually explicit
clip, a cross selection of audience reactions and the
analysis. Then the next clip, and so one. The whole thing
is to make people think about their prejudices in sexual
matters. We hope that it will be arousing, entertaining
and educational."

Gabriella was pleased. Her daughter wasn't acting in a
third-rate porn movie after all.

"The funny thing is that I can still direct the film, I
just can't appear in it. As it happens, I'm the only one
under age on the clips we've already produced. But as I
appear on all of them, except for the ones about gay sex
and male masturbation, virtually everything we've done so
far is lost. Some of the other actors have only just made
it to the magic eighteen, but I'm the stumbling block.

"The other team members haven't openly said anything, but
I feel that they are blaming me for the setback. They
have become cool and distant. It seems that being under
eighteen is like having the plague. Dario has started
calling me 'our little girl'. Who the fuck does he think
he is? Just because he's well hung and has a body like an
athlete doesn't give him the right to tease me about my
age."

Tina explained that she considered it her responsibility
to find an actress who could replace her. But the girls
she asked had either already joined another project or
were also underage. The few who might have qualified
chickened out when she told them what the role involved.

What she didn't say, however, was that she had come up
with this crazy idea that she might persuade her mother
to replace her. But she didn't want to ask or even
suggest it. She wanted her mother to volunteer. The idea
had seemed outrageous at first, but the more Tina thought
about it, the more reasons she found that it might just
be possible. Her mother did have an adventurous taste in
sexual matters - Tina probably had inherited that from
her mother - and she had responded very well to the tape
Tina had planted for her mother to find.

Gabriella had listened with great interest to her
daughter's report. She had forgotten the piece of raw
salmon that was soaking in the soy sauce mixture on her
plate. When she had watched those clips a few days ago,
she had always felt that she wanted to be in Tina's
place, that she wanted to experience what Tina was
experiencing. This was her chance! But what would Tina
think of her if she offered to appear in those scenes?
What would her fellow students think?

"Maybe I can help you, even if it's not a technical
problem," she finally said.

Tina's heart jumped. But she didn't want to shout
'victory' too soon.

"Do you think you know someone? She asked.

"Is there an age limit?" her mother asked back.

"Yes, she's got to be over eighteen."

"No, I mean an upper limit."

"I hadn't thought of that. What age did you have in
mind?"

"Thirty-four, but looking at least two years younger."

Now Tina was almost sure her mother was thinking of
offering herself. "That sounds fine," she said.

"Do you think I could do it?" Gabriella confirmed Tina's
thoughts.

Tina nodded silently. "But are you sure you want to do
it? I don't want to get everybody excited and then have
to tell them it's off again."

"You can trust me. I won't go back on my word. I won't
let you down."

The two women found each other in a tight embrace, each
of them pleased that she had come one step closer to her
goal.

                         -----

Gabriella considered her approach to nudity a natural
one. She didn't make a point of hiding her body, but she
also didn't parade it unnecessarily in front of her
daughter. There wasn't really any need for that. She
occupied the suite which consisted of her bedroom,
bathroom and dressing room, so she usually did all
necessary dressing and undressing inside her little
empire and only emerged fully dressed. Tina, on the other
hand, could occasionally be seen dashing between the
second bathroom and her bedroom without a stitch on.

There had been one incident, several years back, when
Tina had stormed into her mother's bathroom to share the
good news about her success at school and found Gabriella
in the process of removing some excess pubic hair, and
therefore completely naked. If Gabriella had been
brushing her teeth or been engaged in some other less
intimate activity she would probably have said "Can't you
knock before you barge in here?"

But she didn't want to create the impression that the
reprimand had anything to do with her nudity. She didn't
want her daughter to think that being naked or seeing
someone naked was a bad thing. It seemed that Tina
understood that message. Recently, she had brought home a
collection of bikinis and wanted her mother to help her
chose one. She had changed from one model into the next
right in front of her mother, flashing her pussy and
bouncing her youthful tits.

But that happened before Gabriella had become completely
besotted with her daughter.

                         -----

There were still six full days to go before they would
start shooting the clips. Gabriella could feel her
anxiety mount. The thought that she would undress and
perform explicit sexual acts in front of Tina and her
friends gave her a certain frisson. But that wasn't her
main concern. She had become enthralled watching her
daughter's performance on tape and she wanted to have the
same effect on her daughter.

Her participation in the project was part of her strategy
to get Tina into her own bed. She decided to raise the
level of erotic tension in the household by introducing a
bit of gratuitous nudity. After dinner on Monday night,
she removed all her clothes except for her panties and
returned to the living room to watch television. Tina, a
little surprised about her mother's unusual attire, asked
if she was feeling hot.

"No, I'm just trying to get used to the idea of being
naked in front of the camera," Gabriella replied.

Tina pointed at her mother's panties. "In that case you
ought to take those off as well. There aren't any scenes
where you'll be wearing panties," she reminded her mother
that all scenes involved total nudity.

Gabriella slipped off her panties immediately, as if it
had been an order, rather than a suggestion.

"And if you're really serious about this, you should take
your clothes off as soon as you get home and only get
dressed when you leave here."

Gabriella nodded agreement.

"But what about Lucia?" she asked.

"What about Lucia?" Tina asked back.

Tomorrow was Lucia's day. She came twice a week and spent
the whole day in the apartment, cleaning, washing,
ironing, putting things in order.

"Well, do you think I should let her see me naked?"

"Didn't you say you want to get used to being naked in
front of the camera? On Saturday, apart from the camera,
there will be Dario, Zeca, Marcos and Claudia - and me,
of course. Why is it okay for them to see you but not for
Lucia? Just because they are students and Lucia is a
simple maid?"

The tone of Tina's voice left no doubt. She considered
Gabriella's concerns unjustified. So when Lucia arrived
the next day, she was treated to the spectacle of seeing
the lady of the house - Dona Gabriella, as she called her
- walk around in her birthday costume as if this was the
most natural thing in the world. Gabriella was completely
under Tina's spell. If Tina had told her to walk down a
busy shopping street without any clothes on, she would
have done that as well.

                         -----

Two days of Gabriella's nudity training had already
passed, but Tina hadn't shown any sign of relaxing her
own dressing habits. Gabriella was pleased to display
herself to her daughter, but she had hoped for a chance
to see Tina naked as well. She had an idea.

"What do you think of going to a sauna with me? That way
I could expose myself to more people, complete
strangers."

"I know of two types of saunas," Tina stated the obvious.
"In the real saunas, people wear swimming costumes. They
don't take off all their clothes, at least not in this
country. In Finland yes, but not here. In those other
establishments, where people shed all their clothes, the
sauna is really just a pretext for sex. They wouldn't let
me in. I'm too young, remember?"

To say they wouldn't let her in was nonsense, of course.
It was just another opportunity for Tina to vent her
anger about what she called 'underage discrimination'.
Nobody ever checked the customers' age at those places.
The last time Gabriella had been in such an establishment
with one of her lovers, she had seen a couple of girls at
least two years younger than Tina - with a customer. She
remembered how it had saddened her to see these girls and
how glad she had felt that her own daughter didn't have
to earn a living that way. Was she now going to drag Tina
into one of these places just to see her naked?

"Forget it," Gabriella said. "It wasn't a good idea."

                        -----

Tina had noticed a change in her mother's behaviour. Ever
since that Japanese meal, Gabriella did everything she
could to please her daughter. She had even increased her
monthly allowance significantly. She was constantly
looking at Tina, trying to undress her with her eyes,
complementing her on her good looks, her sexy figure.
Some of the things she said could make a girl blush,
except that Tina wasn't the blushing type.

When she had played her little trick - hiding her
mother's hairbrush, putting the tape where she couldn't
possibly miss it -, Tina had hoped that her mother would
get interested in the role, not in her, Tina. But it
seemed that this was what had happened.

Tina had heard of dirty old men, was there such a thing
as a dirty old woman? Tina realized that this thought was
quite unfair towards her mother, a blow below the belt.
Tina's mother wasn't old, not by any stretch of the
imagination. And as far as the 'dirty' part was
concerned, Gabriella's attention didn't make Tina feel
uncomfortable. She just found it a little strange, but
very, very sweet. Some devilish thoughts passed through
her mind. She would use her mother's courtship to her
advantage. She would test, how far her mother's
dedication to her went.

On Friday evening, as the big event drew closer,
Gabriella grew increasingly anxious. Tomorrow she would
display her naked body to Tina's team mates. She would
perform explicit sexual acts in front of them and with
some of them. What would they make of a fellow student's
mother doing this?

Tina had been thinking along similar lines.

"You know, tomorrow, when I'm directing, it won't sound
good if I call you 'mum'. Like: 'Lift your ass a little,
mum' or 'Spread you legs wider so we get a better look at
your pussy, mum'. You'll be an actress just like the
others. I'll call you Gaby. Besides, I haven't told the
others that the replacement I found is my mother."

Gaby felt relieved about that.

"And something else:," Tina added, "you can't go on
calling me Tina when everyone else calls me Chris."

That made sense. "Alright, Chris," Gaby said.

                         -----

On Saturday, when the other team members were due to
arrive, Gabriella passed through another bout of
indecision. Should she get dressed before they arrived or
should she stay the way she was? Chris, whom she asked
for advise, just said, "Why bother putting on clothes?.
You'll be taking them off soon after in any case."

The first one to arrive was Zeca, the cameraman. He
looked at Gaby but didn't say anything. He was naturally
shy and Gaby's generous display of her beauty made him
even more tongue-tied than usual. Zeca was the same age
as Chris, but that wasn't a problem: it was okay to be
underage behind the camera, but not in front of it.

Dario and Claudia arrived together. Gaby recognized them
from the tape she had watched. Claudia was the woman
who's pussy Chris had licked. In real life she was just
as sensual as she had appeared on the tape, maybe even
more so. Dario was the hunk whose cock Chris had
devoured. He really was a fine specimen! Gaby was looking
forward to interacting with these two. Dario gave her an
approving look and Claudia said, "Looks like you're eager
to get started."

"I've been like this for days," Gaby replied, leaving it
open whether she was talking about her nudity or her
state of arousal.

The last one to arrive was Marcos, responsible for
lighting. He had to make several trips back to the car to
get all his equipment. In the meantime Chris informed
Gaby that Marcos had also done the male masturbation clip
and, with a gay friend of his, performed in the gay sex
scene.

They had coffee and soft drinks while Marcos went into
the main bedroom to set up his equipment. When everything
was ready, Chris asked for everybody's attention.

"Listen folks, the first scene we'll do is the female
masturbation." She asked Gaby to lie down on the bed, to
find a position she'd be comfortable with. Then she
turned to Marcos and Zeca. "Right, we'll start with an
overall shot of Gaby, then focus on face and breasts.
Gaby will be fondling her breasts for a while and then
one hand will move down to her pussy. The camera stays on
that hand, follows it. Here we need a cut, so that Zeca
can move between Gaby's legs. So when I say 'stop', Gaby,
you just freeze, don't move your hand from where it is.
When Zeca is in position, I say 'go' and you continue
where you left off. For the rest of the scene we have a
close-up of Gaby's pussy, with the occasional shot of her
face. Zeca, do you think you can handle that?"

Zeca nodded.

"Any questions anybody?"

Nobody had any questions.

"Ok, let's check the light."

While Zeca and Marcos moved around the bed to check the
light and make some minor adjustments, Chris gave her
main actress a little pep talk.

Every woman has a different way of masturbating, that's
why there is no script that tells you exactly what to do
and in which sequence. Do, whatever feels good for you.
It's important that you enjoy yourself, because that's
the message we want to give the audience. But don't
forget the camera. You're not doing this only for
yourself you're doing it for the audience. The camera
must always have a clear view of your pussy and what
you're doing to stimulate it. Don't let your hands get in
between your pussy and the camera. Use only the tips of
your fingers. If you're going to finger-fuck yourself, do
it so that most of your pussy is still visible. If you
get it wrong accidentally, I shout 'fingers' or 'hands'
to remind you. We won't interrupt, we just keep filming.

If it's not too bad we can cut out little bits. But we're
going to film two takes in any case and use the better of
the two."

Gaby started her performance slowly, a little
tentatively. She wanted to get it right, to please Chris.
But then she remembered how much she had enjoyed watching
the tape where Chris had performed exactly the same scene
and that she had really only joined this team so that she
could perform for Chris, to win her for herself. That's
when she lost all inhibitions and put on a show that left
everybody open-mouthed. Chris even forgot to shout
'fingers' as she watched her mother stroke her pussy
lips, rub her clit, open her legs wide to plunge two
fingers inside her gaping hole. Gaby's movements became
faster, more urgent; she moaned, her hips bucked and she
came.

It took Chris a while to remember her role as director.
"Aaannnnd cut!" she said eventually. There was some
clapping.

"That was really something", said Claudia, and Dario
added, "Very impressive".

Gaby didn't need to ask for the cameraman's opinion. His
erection formed a huge bulge in his trousers and showed
clearly how much he had enjoyed her performance. Of
course, he was the one who had the best view. Gaby
wondered whether she should offer to give the guy some
relief, when she saw Chris walk over to him, smiling.
Chris kissed Zeca and put her hand on the bulge in his
trousers. She whispered something into his ear. He seemed
surprised, even a little embarrassed, but Chris just
smiled at him and pulled him behind her.

"Don't go away" she told Gaby, "we'll do the second take
in a moment." Then she disappeared with the boy into her
room. Gaby could hear them make love next door.
'Sometimes it's difficult to be in love with your own
daughter', she thought to herself.

When they filmed the second take, Gaby was even more
relaxed, less inhibited than the first time around. She
made a big show of the pleasure she experienced while
fingering herself. She plunged two fingers into her pussy
and withdrew them again, covered with her juices. She
brought them to her mouth and licked them clean,
savouring the delicious liquid, showing the camera how
much she enjoyed the taste of her own pussy. Somehow,
these fingers turned into a big, pulsating cock as they
returned to her love tunnel and brought her to another
satisfying orgasm.

                    -----

Gaby's solo performance had been disciplined and well-
behaved compared to what happened when Claudia and Gaby
were let lose on each other. Gaby herself did not have a
lot of experience in making love to women - on the whole,
she really did prefer men -, but Claudia was a full-
blooded lesbian who knew everything there is to know
about eating a luscious pussy such as Gaby's. And Gaby
was a quick learner.

Only moments after the camera started rolling, the two
women were locked in a 69 position, moaning, their heads
buried between each other's thighs. The camera didn't
have a chance to film any details.

"Cut! Cut! Cut!" Chris shouted. "No, no, no, that's no
good. I want hands spreading pussy lips wide open,
tongues licking, darting inside, lips sucking clits. I
want ecstatic faces, not heads buried between thighs. I
want you to act like professionals, not like a couple of
horny lesbos."

That last remark upset Claudia, who considered it a
discrimination against lesbians and threatened to quit
unless Chris apologized - which she eventually did.

After tempers had cooled down a little, they jointly
decided on a sequence which allowed the camera to get the
shots Chris wanted, without diminishing the enjoyment of
the two actresses. When they filmed the second take, the
two had learned how to play for the camera and pleasure
their partner at the same time. They made an exhibition
of their lust and the pleasure they derived from each
other's actions, each woman giving as much as she
received.

After watching Gaby's performance in the first two
scenes, Dario was looking forward to his interaction with
her. His cock had started to twitch the moment he first
set eyes on the new team member who seemed to feel most
comfortable in the nude - he had yet to see her wearing
anything. Watching Gaby masturbate and seeing the two
women perform their lesbian act with so much enthusiasm
did nothing to reduce his excitement.

By the time Chris told him to get ready for the next
scene, he had a raging hard-on. He really would have
preferred to appear cool and detached, but there was no
way he could hide his king-size erection as he took off
his clothes.

Given his impressive physique, Dario was never short of
female sex partners, but this woman was special. Not only
did she look fantastic, she didn't seem to have any
inhibitions. She had displayed an enormous appetite for
sex and made it clear how much she enjoyed what she was
doing - and what Claudia had done to her. This woman was
so hot, Dario was worried that she might melt his cock
far too soon.

Chris announced that the next item on the agenda was
fellatio and that Dario would be the lucky fellow to be
sucked off by Gaby. Gaby remembered how impressed she had
been when she saw Dario on her daughter's tape and
watched him eagerly as he took off his clothes. As his
boxer shorts dropped to the floor she could see that the
size of his cock was as impressive in real life as it had
been on the tape. And it was ready and waiting for her
mouth.

Gaby felt her excitement rise at the thought of sucking
off this virile man. But she was also plagued by doubts
what the others would think. She had been displaying a
wantonness, a hunger for sex which was quite unusual,
even for her. Would they think she was a slut, would her
daughter look down on her after this performance?.

But everything she had done so far, including what she
was about to do to Dario, had been on that tape she'd
watched - with Chris as the protagonist. There wasn't any
sign of disrespect for Chris by the others, nor any sign
of remorse by Chris. Why should she worry about it? If
she herself considered this kind of behaviour sluttish,
then maybe she was old-fashioned. Maybe it was part of
the role to be a slut? In this case, she would play the
hottest slut they'd ever seen.

Chris briefed the two actors on what she expected from
them. She didn't want any hands interfering with the
camera's view of the action. She wanted a slow build-up
and an explosive finish. "Talking about explosions," she
said, "When he comes, don't keep it all for yourself.
Share some of it with the audience, let it run down your
chin, drip on your tits. Show them what a hot rod he's
got."

The two didn't need any further preliminaries, they were
raring to go. But the script required some foreplay, so
they started with a deep kiss and a tight embrace. When
Gaby felt his lips on hers, his strong arms holding her,
his hands sliding down her back, squeezing her bottom
cheeks, she hoped that she would be allowed to do much
more with Dario than just suck his cock. But she wanted
to make the most of the chance she had been given.

Her tongue left a trail of saliva on his skin as it
snaked its way down from his mouth, along his neck,
across his muscular chest, his belly, down to the region
where his cock was saluting her like a soldier on guard.
Gaby knelt down in front of Dario and planted a kiss on
his cock head. She could tell how excited he was from the
way he drew in air and gasped at the gentle touch of her
lips. She had to take things easy, otherwise he would
explode before she even had a chance to taste this
wonderful dick.

Gaby let her tongue stroll a little further down, to
where his balls were hanging, covered in a fuzz of curly
black hair. She licked them, kissed them, sucked them
into her mouth. Even these little playful caresses, away
from the centre of his excitement, drew moans and gasps
from Dario. There was only one way to make sure he
wouldn't come outside her mouth: get his cock inside as
quickly as possible.

She trailed her way along his shaft to the top, run her
tongue around the cock head and swallowed as much of it
as she could manage. She remained still for a moment, not
stimulating him any further. Even though, she could feel
his cock pulsate inside her warm, moist mouth.

She hoped there would be a second take, when he would
last a little longer. She started moving her lips back
and forth along his shaft, allowing him to release all
his pent-up energy in one big roar as he filled her mouth
with his cum. She released the cock from its prison for a
short moment allowing it to shoot some of its juices
against her chin and neck, from where it trickled down
onto her breasts. Then she recaptured Dario's joystick
and kept it inside her mouth. When it had gone completely
soft, she released it from her mouth and rolled it
against her cheeks. The mixture of her saliva and his cum
which coated his cock left a trail all over her face. She
looked up at Dario, adoringly, and mouthed a 'thank you'.

Gaby was on her way to her bathroom to clean up her face
and chest when Chris stopped her.

"No, not this one. My mother won't like it if she finds
out that somebody else has used her bathroom. You have to
use the other one."

Gaby sighed. How good that her daughter was keeping her
from making silly mistakes. She went to use Chris's
bathroom instead.

                         -----

They took a break, demolishing the pizza and soft drinks
which Chris had ordered. This allowed them to still their
hunger and quench their thirst and also gave Dario a
chance to recover his strength for the second take.
Eating pizza from the cardboard box and drinking straight
from the can reminded Gaby of work. That's what they
usually did when they were filming on location and there
wasn't any time for a proper meal.

After she had finished eating, Gaby found a place next to
Claudia who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the
wardrobe. Claudia had put her clothes back on after
finishing her scene. Gaby thought this was a shame,
really.

"Shall we put on a show for Dario, to get him back in
shape?"

Claudia wasn't in the habit of performing for other
people's gratification, particularly if the other people
were men. But she softened up when she felt Gaby's hand
caressing her breasts through the thin fabric of her
dress. Gaby noticed that Claudia responded to her touch
and became more daring. She pushed the strap of Claudia's
dress to the side and lowered the textile enough to
reveal one of the mulata's breasts. She kissed the
breast, licking the hardening nipple while one hand moved
up Claudia's thigh, under her dress.

Soon Claudia's panties lay discarded on the floor, her
dress was bunched up around her waist and Gaby's head was
buried between her newfound friend's thighs. Claudia
wasn't slow in returning the favour - and she didn't need
to remove any obstacles before getting her mouth on
Gaby's pussy.

The two women rolled on the floor, eating each other's
pussy as if the pizza hadn't provided enough nourishment.
This time they weren't performing for the camera so they
could concentrate on their own lust, they could do what
yielded the most reward. Soon the other team members were
treated to the muffled cries of joy from the two women as
they brought each other to a climax.

There was no sign that Gaby and Claudia would end their
love bout any time soon, so eventually Chris had to break
it up. "Lunch break is over, let's get back to work."

Watching the two women had helped Dario to recovered his
hardness and he was ready for the second take. Gaby's
face was covered with Claudia's juices. She wanted to
clean her face but Chris told her to stay the way she
was. "It makes you look like a real slut."

Gaby looked at her daughter and thought how much she
would like to give her the same treatment she'd just
given Claudia. 'I suppose that makes me a slut' she
thought, but she had long passed the point where she
cared about such a judgement.

Gaby had no idea what her performance had done to Chris's
pussy. Chris had at first been amazed to see how much her
mother abandoned herself so completely to her lust. Later
she had realized how much she wanted to be in Claudia's
place. But her plans required that she deny herself that
pleasure - at least for a while. Gaby still needed some
training before Chris could turn her into her own slut.
And not allowing her to touch her daughter for a little
longer was part of the strategy to get Gaby to accept
that role.

When everything was ready for the second take. Gaby knelt
down in front of Dario and took his beautiful cock into
her hand. She rolled it gently over her cheeks, her
mouth, all over her face, passing traces of Claudia's
pussy juices onto Dario's cock. Then she started to make
love to this wonderful tool in earnest. She kissed, she
licked, she blew, she even made him feel her teeth. She
moved her lips up and down his shaft. She let him fuck
her face.

But this time she wanted to make it last. Whenever she
felt that Dario was about to shoot his load, she slowed
down, reduced her caresses to a minimum. When Dario
finally came, she released his cook but kept it there,
less than an inch away from her wide open mouth. She
wanted everybody to see how much juice this cock had to
offer and how much she enjoyed swallowing it all. In the
end, she licked the softening manhood clean, swooning in
wicked abandon.

                         -----

When all the filming she had planned for the first day
was completed, Chris suggested they all go to the 'Bar do
Malandro' the group's favourite haunt, and of course,
Gaby, the new member of the team, was invited to come
along as well. Gaby did not know that place and asked
Chris what she should wear.

"Something sexy, no bra," Chris responded.

When Gaby was ready, Chris looked at her mother in
amazement. Apparently, she had developed such a liking
for being naked that she managed to look naked even when
she was dressed.

"Wow," she said, "we'll need a police escort to get you
out of there with your clothes still in place."

For Gaby, her outfit was a desperate cry for attention.
It was meant to say 'look what you're doing to me'. It
was a declaration to Chris that she was willing to do
anything her daughter wanted, if only she'd let her make
love to her.

The place was really bustling, which wasn't surprising,
this being a Saturday night. The crowd had spilled out
onto the sidewalk and those who couldn't find a place to
sit were standing outside, drinks in hand. A small band
was playing at the far end of the large room, mainly
sambas from Rio's golden age. Some people found enough
space between the tables to sway to the music while
holding on tight to their partners.

Chris seemed to know all the staff and most of the
customers. A table along one of the side walls had been
reserved for them. Soon after they had settled down at
their table, Gaby found herself surrounded by men,
looking down her cleavage, leering at her barely covered
breasts, checking out her thighs, drooling at the thought
of sleeping with her.

"Who's the new girl", one of them asked Chris.

"Her name is Gaby, and she's acting in my film," Chris
informed him.

"What kind of film is this then?" the man asked.

"Sex education."

"Sex education, eh? I didn't know people need to be
taught how to do it. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind a
few private lessons with Gaby here."

"You can't have her tonight," Chris responded "I need her
fresh and relaxed tomorrow morning. Maybe another time."

Gaby, who had listened to the conversation without saying
a word, noticed that she didn't object to her daughter
deciding who could 'have her'.

Many other men stopped by at their table, wanting to know
who the 'new girl' was, complimenting her on her good
looks, her 'style', by which they meant her state of
undress, and expressing the desire to get to know her a
little better, maybe somewhere less noisy, a little more
intimate.

Chris told all of them 'not today, maybe another time' as
if it was her and not Gaby's decision whose invitation
she'd accept.

When Chris decided it was time to leave, so they'd all be
at their best the next morning, Marcos, the only one with
a car, asked Gaby where she lived so he could give her a
lift. Chris cut in before Gaby could say anything. "Gaby
is staying at my place tonight."

The others smiled and exchanged knowing glances. Chris
was using the director's privilege. If rumour was
anything to go by, 'real' film directors had the habit of
picking one of their actors or actresses to spend the
night with them. Particularly newcomers had little choice
but to oblige. Chris was known to enjoy female company in
bed almost as much as a male partner and they imagined
that she'd probably have the new girl lick her until
exhaustion.

Gaby saw the smiles and interpreted the glances. She'd be
the happiest woman in the world if their assumption
turned out to be true. But somehow she felt that this
cruel game which didn't allow her to reveal her affection
for her daughter would go on for some time yet.

Chris, too, had considered the possibility of rewarding
Gaby for her performance by sharing her bed with her this
night. But she had different plans; this would have to
wait.

The main reason for her intervention had been to protect
Gaby's identity. She didn't want her to make a silly
mistake and say that she actually lived where they had
been filming, that this was her apartment. She had
already noticed during the day that Gaby had behaved like
someone who knows her way around the apartment very well,
not like someone who was there for the first time. She'd
have to watch out for that, otherwise her mother might
give the game away.

As soon as they arrived in the apartment Chris gave Gaby
a big hug. "Thank you, mum, you were fantastic. I'm so
proud of you!"

But her daughter's embrace was much too fleeting; Gaby
wanted to hold her forever, press her tender body against
her own, kiss her, let her hands roam all over her body,
undress her, carry her into her bed.

Chris slipped away from her mother, moving towards her
bathroom. "Good night, mum, get a good night's sleep.
Tomorrow will be a tough day."

Gaby went to her bedroom and undressed. The lighting
equipment was still there, giving the room a cluttered
appearance, but it wouldn't be any problem to sleep there
tonight. There were cups, glasses and empty drinks cans
everywhere. She went to the kitchen to get a tray. She
put everything onto the tray and carried it into the
kitchen. On her way back to her bedroom she met Chris who
was coming out of the bathroom, naked, and walking
towards her bedroom.

Should she follow her, throw her on the bed, make love to
her even if she resisted? No. She wanted to seduce her
daughter, not rape her. She would have to wait until the
time was right.

The two women lay in bed, each thinking of the other one,
fantasizing about what they would like to do to her,
imagining what the other one would do to them. They both
masturbated themselves to sleep - in separate beds, in
separate rooms.

                         -----

In the morning, when Gaby brushed her teeth and freshened
up a little, she remembered that Chris had told her it
would be a tough day. What did that mean? True, they
hadn't filmed any scenes with 'real' sex - at least the
way some people defined 'real sex'. But that would be
tougher on the man than on her, particularly if there was
only one male actor to cover the missing items from
Chris's list: vanilla, anal, threesomes. Gaby concluded
that she didn't really have anything to worry about. She
also remembered her previous day's decision to act the
slut.

The next category on the list would be vanilla sex but
Chris had decided to skip over this one, at least for the
time being. To her, 'vanilla' simply meant a heterosexual
fuck, cock-in-cunt, and nothing kinky. But even with this
limited definition, there was a variety of possible
positions.

During the previous session, when she had been the
actress, they had filmed two of them - missionary and
doggy - with Dudu and Dario playing the male role. But
she found that showing many positions from beginning to
end would take up a lot of time and might get repetitive.
Besides, most people in the test groups probably had seen
vanilla sex scenes of one form or another before. In
order to catch people's attentions, they would have to
find a different, unconventional approach.

She wasn't quite clear yet how she wanted to handle this
part, but she had seen some excellent representations in
an adult comic book. She was hoping that she'd be able to
get a few short animations to show a variety of
positions. They wouldn't waste any time filming vanilla
sex today.

Chris wanted to use the remaining day to film some of the
heavier stuff, scenes they hadn't got around to when she
had been the main actress. Already the previous evening
she had instructed Zeca to bring along Dudu, who had been
told to be on standby in case he would be required.

When everybody had arrived and Dudu had checked out and
approved the new team member, Chris announced: "The next
set will be a threesome involving anal sex. We'll have
Gaby on the bed, on all fours, taking Dario's cock up her
luscious ass."

She got a wicked satisfaction from talking like this
about her mother. "In front of her will be ..." She
paused. "We have a choice if we want Gaby to eat
Claudia's pussy or suck Dudu's cock. Let's take a vote."

Gaby didn't exactly have a vast experience with
threesomes. She used to see her lovers one at a time and
she found that most of them wouldn't feel comfortable
with the presence of another man. They probably wouldn't
object to another female, but Gaby didn't know any other
woman well enough to invite her for this kind of thing.

There had been a few occasions in the past, when they
were shooting on location, shacked up in some godforsaken
hotel in the middle of nowhere, when she had had a little
too much to drink and fell into bed with a couple of male
colleagues. She'd been too drunk to remember what exactly
they did and what it felt like.

Gaby remembered the delicious taste of Claudia's pussy
and how well she had reacted to every little stimulation.
She felt like having another taste and voted for pussy.
So did Claudia. But in the end the cock-votes outnumbered
the pussy-votes and Dudu got undressed to make his
contribution to the project.

Dudu was a tall, skinny fellow. He would be the first to
admit that he didn't have the physical presence of Dario,
but he always stated that his enthusiasm made up for the
lack of muscles. His main function in the project was to
organise the test groups, but he also performed as the
second male - 'Macho II', as he called it - in the clips,
when required. Gaby watched as Dudu undressed. His cock
was long and thin and still half asleep. She'd wake it up
in no time, no problem.

First Dudu got on top of the bed, sitting with his legs
slightly apart, resting against the headboard. Gaby
positioned herself on all fours in a position that
allowed her mouth to get at Dudu's cock. Finally, Dario
joined the group and positioned his cock at her rear
entrance.

Gaby had to remind them to lubricate her ass hole. She
wasn't sure if they had forgotten about it because they
were so eager to get going or because of their lack of
experience. After all, they were just a bunch of kids,
learning as they went along. She doubted that any of them
had ever taken a cock up the ass; they probably hadn't
filmed this scene with Chris.

Gaby kept a supply of KY-Jelly in her night table, but
how could she point them to it? She wasn't supposed to
live here! But Chris ("that nosey little bitch!") knew
exactly where it was and got the jar from the bottom
drawer. She parted Gaby's ass cheeks and deposited a
large dollop of the cool jelly in the gap. Then, using
one finger, she worked the lubricant around Gaby's hole.
She applied pressure to let her finger slide inside.

Gaby gasped. Feeling her daughter's hands on her rear was
the most exciting thing that happened to her since they
had started filming. Her firm but gentle touch made her
squirm with delight. She almost climaxed when Chris
pushed a finger inside her rear passage. All these things
had been done to her before, but knowing that the hand
belonged to her own little Tina made it all the more
exciting. She would be willing to let one hundred men
fuck her ass as long as her daughter would lubricate her
before, like she did now.

Chris took her time. This was a chance to be intimate
with her mother under the pretence that she was just
doing a necessary job. She rotated her finger in Gaby's
rear hole in order to coat the internal walls evenly with
the jelly. She could feel Gaby pushing her ass back
against her finger, wanting her to go deeper.

She brought some more jelly to the entrance. This time
she plunged two fingers inside, pushing the lubricant
deep inside, opening the hole to make it easier for
Dario's big cock to enter. She felt the spasms ripping
through Gaby's body. Had Gaby climaxed?

Chris placed her other hand between Gaby's legs, feeling
her pussy. It was soaking wet. How wonderful this film
project was! It allowed her to do things to her mother in
front of other people she would never have dared doing in
private - when they were on their own. She could even
bring her mother to an orgasm and pretend it was a
necessary preparation for the filming.

With two fingers lodged in Gaby's asshole, Chris used her
other hand to rub her mother's cunt, letting two fingers
slide in there as well. The double penetration was too
much for Gaby. She gasped, she moaned, she shuddered, she
came, flooding her daughter's hand with her juices. Chris
was looking forward to the time when her mother would be
returning the favour and do the same to her rear hole and
pussy.

"I think she's ready." This was the cue for Dario to get
into position. Chris shouted, "Lights! Camera! Action! -
The Slut, take one." As Dario's cock entered Gaby's rear
entrance it stretched her to its limits. It took some
time for Gaby to adjust to its size, to feel comfortable
with the intruder. Dario's hands moved along the side of
her body. Very gently he cupped the soft roundness of her
breasts. His fingers found her nipples and rubbed them
gently. Gaby moaned. The stimulation allowed her to relax
a little more, to allow Dario's cock to slide deeper
inside her.

"Go on, suck him," she heard Chris shout. She had almost
forgotten Dudu's cock which was standing upright, just in
front of her. Gaby took Dudu's cock into her mouth. She
was going to give him the best blowjob he ever had. She
firmed her lips around his shaft and let her tongue run
rings around the cock head. As Dario's cock moved in and
out of her ass, her head bobbed up and down on Dudu's
member. Dario's hands moved to her hips using them as a
handle to push deeper and deeper inside her tight ass.

Her shouts of appreciation were muffled by the cock in
her mouth, but the three together produced an impressive
variety of sounds. Dario grunted as he pounded his cock
into her ass. Dudu gave off a high-pitched wail,
threatening to go over the edge any second.

Gaby's cunt was dripping its juices onto the bed. Dario
noticed how wet she was when he took one hand off her
hips and placed it on her pussy. One finger slid inside
her, while his thumb put pressure on her clit. Gaby
orgasmed as she had never done before. Her limbs went
rubbery. She was only held up by Dario's firm hands. Soon
after, the two men exploded inside her, almost
simultaneously. As Gaby drank Dudu's sperm to the last
drop she could feel Dario's cum trickle slowly out of her
ass hole. When Dario released his grip on her, she
collapsed onto the bed.

                         -----

[Two months later]

Gaby was on all fours on the floor of her living room.
She was naked except for the dog collar she wore around
her neck. Two thin gold chains were attached to the
studded leather collar. The chains ended in small rings
which were fitted through her pierced nipples. In an
upright position, these chains would pull up her nipples
just enough to make them point straight at whoever stood
in front of her.

About a week ago, Chris had taken Gaby to see a woman who
specializes in intimate piercings. She had assured Gaby
that all her tools were sterilized and there was
absolutely no risk of an infection. She had also set her
mind at rest about the pain. It wouldn't hurt much, it
was just like getting an injection, she had said. The
woman had pierced both of Gaby's nipples and had fitted a
small gold ring through each of them. Chris had told Gaby
afterwards how brave she had been and how proud Chris was
of her.

That dog collar and the nipple chains had made quite an
impact during their visit to the 'Bar do Malandro'
earlier this evening. Gaby had been wearing a loose dress
which covered her breasts while still allowing the chains
freedom of movement, but it was no secret what those
chains were attached to. Gaby's nipples had been rock
hard from the moment Chris had attached the chains to the
little rings. This new feature in Gaby's attire meant
that the throng of men gathering around them was even
larger than usual.

Gaby had become Chris's inseparable companion on her
visits to the 'Bar do Malandro' ever since her first
foray, when they started shooting the educational sex
video. The two women attracted attention because of their
style of dress. Particularly Gaby had a way of dressing
to appear undressed, which made even the most sated men
stare open-mouthed at her.

They never stayed very long, just to have a drink or two.
Then they would leave in the company of two, sometimes
three men. They had built up quite a following of able-
bodied men who surrounded their table as soon as they
arrived, hoping that tonight they would be the lucky ones
to accompany them.

Most of the men who had been in that fortunate position
in the past, kept quiet about what exactly happened. They
limited themselves to saying that it had been fantastic,
mind-blowing, their best ever experience. However, some
couldn't keep their mouths shut and rumours started to
circulate. But as most of these stories are based on
hearsay, possibly alcohol-induced exaggerations, we don't
know for sure how much of it can be believed.

Chris, so the story went, never let any man touch her.
But she started the proceedings by lifting her dress,
taking off her panties - if she wore any in the first
place - and fingering her pussy. The sight of the girl
masturbating had such an arousing effect on Gaby that she
soon begged the men to fuck her, to let them suck their
cocks, to take her in the ass.

Gaby, so people said, was particularly turned on by anal
sex. She begged the younger woman to lubricate her rear
hole so that the men could fuck her ass. Chris would
perform this task meticulously, with great attention to
detail, using two fingers to push the lubricant deep into
her friend's rear passage. This attention would leave
Gaby even more excited, longing to be fucked.

Apart from this involvement, Chris would limit herself to
pleasuring her own pussy and shouting instructions and
words of encouragement to the others: "Suck him, suck him
harder, make him come, let him shoot his load all over
your face" and "Fuck her harder, make the bitch scream,
she wants it rough" were just some of the outbursts which
were quoted.

Gaby's appetite for sex was said to be insatiable. She
could satisfy two, even three men at the same time and
leave them completely drained.

At the end of these sessions, Gaby was always grateful to
Chris for letting her watch as she masturbated and for
lubricating her asshole. She thanked her for having
selected such strong and virile men to fuck her and
offered to show her gratitude by licking Chris's pussy,
but Chris always told her "not yet".

But tonight had been different. Tonight they had ignored
all pleas by the men to invite them. Tonight they left
the bar on their own. Tonight it would be just the two of
them.

Apart from the dog collar and nipple chains, Gaby also
wore a butt plug, and a vibrator was inserted deep in her
cunt. The vibrator was working at maximum speed and must
have been switched on for some time, because the juices
dripping from the woman's pussy had left wet spots on the
carpet below her. Chris was standing in front of Gaby.
Her short, thin dress did nothing to hide her beautiful
figure.

Chris looked at her watch. "It's almost midnight," she
said as she lay down on the floor right in front of Gaby,
spread her legs and lifted the hem of her dress to reveal
her pussy.

"You wanted to lick me, didn't you? Well, come on, slut,
lick me. Lick me good," she said in a commanding voice.

Gaby moved forward, brought her mouth close to her
daughter's pussy. "Happy birthday, Chris," she said. She
was thrilled that she would finally be allowed to touch
her daughter's pussy with her lips, so pleased to be able
to help Chris realize a secret fantasy.

As Gaby started licking the moist flesh in front of her,
Chris moaned in pleasure. She reached the first of many
orgasms within seconds. This exceeded her wildest
expectations! The sensation when the metal stud in her
mother's tongue touched her clit was just unbelievable!
She thought about how many birthday presents end up in a
drawer somewhere and are forgotten. This one she would
use over and over again!
