Author: Nimby
Title: Diary of a Porn Pro
Part: 4 You're Only Fifty Once
Keywords: MFFF, exhib

      
DIARY OF A PORN PRO
      
by
      
NIMBY
      
Copyright (C) 2011 by KGV All rights reserved.
      
All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely 
fictitious

     
YOU'RE ONLY FIFTY ONCE


Bebe took my hand and led me to the dining room area where the other two woman had already gathered around the table with the birthday cake. We made a festive looking group. The two daughters, one with a cake knife in hand, the other shooting videos for the family album. Mom, the 50-year-old birthday girl, was topless--the top part of her pantsuit hung downward from her waist, looking more like a skirt than a cover-up as it bared her from the navel up. I rounded out the group, naked, with my used-up cock swinging limply from leg to leg as I walked. I'd love to see the reactions when they shared their video remembrances with friends and relatives.

"I hope you like chocolate," Bebe said, turning to me. "I'm a chocoholic. It's my only vice--oophs!" She glanced down at my cock, then back up at me and grinned. "I mean, my other vice."

"How about the two of you standing over there," Belen, the younger of the woman's two daughters directed. I guessed her to be 27, her sister, a little older. Probably 32. Give or take ten years. I'm lousy at guessing women's ages, especially with their clothes on. "Let me get a good shot of you both together."

"Mom," said Sara, "why don't you pull your top back up. You'll look better."

"Really?" She turned to me. "What do you think?"

I scratched my chin and gave her half-clad figure a critical look. "Well, I may be biased, but from a male viewpoint I say you'd look better ditching the outfit completely."

The woman turned to her other daughter. "It's a tie. Yours is the deciding vote, Belen."

The young woman chuckled. "Go for it, Mom."

"Two to one," the birthday girl said. "That settles it." She pushed the pantsuit down past her hips and stepped out of it when it fell to the floor. That left her respectfully clad in a wisp of purple, a shade lighter than the garment she had just kicked aside. The panties had a front panel wide enough to keep the view R-rated, rather than X, with just a string in back that was buried between her butt cheeks, leaving an unimpeded view of her nicely rounded ass. She turned to me and struck a provocative pose.

"You just lost another ten years," I told her.

She smiled and chucked me under the chin. "You are a dear."

We moved away from the table so that Belen could get a full-figured view of us together and put our arms around each other. She had a slim waist, and her skin--with nothing between it and my palm--was nice and soft and warm.

"That looks obscene," Sara muttered in disgust.

"Yes, doesn't it?" Belen chuckled. "Aunt Laura's going to eat her heart out when she sees these pictures."

"Won't she, though," agreed the young woman's mother.

"Kiss..." Belen coaxed.

Bebe looked up at me, smiled coquettishly, and we puckered together. We held the pose while her daughter tried different angles, then the minx slipped the tip of her tongue between my lips. My tongue didn't even give it a second thought before wrapping itself around the slippery intruder. The next thing I knew, I had her tit in my hand, she had hers wrapped around my cock, and we were breathing heavily into each other's mouths while our tongues did a pas de deux.

Of course, we had to break that up. The kids were watching. "Goodness," she said, exhaling a big breath. "We have to get to the cake, don't we?"

It was a simple cake, rich, chocolaty, with no other decorations than a "50" candle stuck on the top. "That's disgusting! Take it off."

"No, Mom!" Sara lit the candle. "You have to make a wish--"

Her mother blew the candle out.

"There! Now, get rid of it!"

"Did you make a wish?"

She looked around at the other three. "Oh, yes. I made a splendid wish!" Then she looked at me. "How much did they pay you for your, ah...singing performance?"

"Mother!" exclaimed Sara. "It was a present! It isn't proper to ask how much someone paid for a present."

I shrugged my shoulders. "She's right. But I don't think I took advantage of them."

She bit her lip in thought. "I don't know much about these things--how much would you charge to do all three of us?"

To say I was shocked speechless is an understatement.

"Mother! He's not a professional. He's just a guy who applied for a job with my company. I couldn't employ him, but I got him to do this as a personal favor."

The mother flushed. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought..." She cut a piece of chocolate cake, put it on a plate, and handed it to me with a smile. "Would $500 do the trick?"

I nearly choked on the birthday cake and took a quick gulp of champagne.

Belen laughed. "Mother, be real! You just drained him dry. There's no way this guy could take on three more in the same night."

That infuriated me, and I started to say something spiteful with a reference to her soon-to-be-ex-husband Hector, but my eye caught on the video camera she was holding and a new thought came to mind--one that had even greater potential than the $500 Bebe offered. "I'll tell you what. I'll do it for free--all three of you. I'd just like to have a copy of the videos that you're making."

Bebe's eyes filled with delight. "Why, we could do that girls, couldn't we?"

The daughters did not seem to be as excited as their mother at the good fortune that awaited them. "I still don't believe you can do it," Belen challenged.

I glared at her through narrowed eyes, looking as menacingly as I could in my naked state. "Wanna bet?"

"Name your stakes."

"Which of those cars outside is yours?"

"The Lexus."

"I'll bet a day's use of the Lexus--"

"Against what?"

"Against a day's service by me--mow your lawn, wash you car, whatever."

She gave me a flirty smile. "Whatever sounds fine. You're on. All three of us, remember? Before midnight."

Bebe drained a glass of champagne. "Oh, my! This party is turning out to be so much fun. I think I'll be 50 again next year."

"Might as well," said Sara as she filled everyone's glass again. "You were  39 long enough."

Everyone laughed, clinked glasses, drank champagne, and laughed some more. Next round, I held back. Let the women get tipsy, I needed to keep sober for what could quite possibly be an exhausting challenge ahead of me.

 



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