Chapter Forty-Six

Mom came into my room while I was still sleeping. “Good morning, my sleepy little baby girl. Time to wake up.” She was already fully dressed.

“What time is it?”

“It’s seven.”

“Why are you waking me so early?”

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kinda surprise?”

“Sweetie, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise. So get up and get dressed. We’ll have to drive a little and we should be there no later than eight-thirty. So get your butt in gear.” She smiled at me knowing that the suspense would kill me.

I jumped in the shower, put on panties, shorts and a top, grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. I had decided to do without a bra this morning.

Daddy was already downstairs and dressed for work. We had a quick breakfast together. Mom asked me about my cramps and I told her that they seemed to be gone.

“Where are we going?”

“That’s for me to know and you to wonder about.” Mom laughed. She and Daddy grinned at each other.

Daddy had to leave for work. Mom kissed him goodbye.

I hugged and kissed him too, and then whispered in his ear, “Thanks, Daddy, for last night. I appreciate your demonstrations. I had a lot of fun.”

And he whispered back, “I had a lot of fun, too, baby girl.” And then louder, “Well, got to go. Have a great day, girls.”

Mom looked at him curiously. He imitated a phone receiver with his right hand as he grabbed his briefcase. Mom nodded.

******

Not long after, we got in Mom’s car and drove off.

“Thanks, Mom.”

She gave me a quick glance. “You’re welcome, I think. What are you thanking me for?”

I chuckled. “For the educational demonstrations last night.”

Mom cut her eyes at me. “I’m not so sure we should have done all that.”

“We didn’t do anything we haven’t done before.”

“I could think of a few things that we haven’t done before. Like your father and I fucking in front of you, like your father sucking on your boobs and rubbing your clit to bring you off, and like you licking your father’s butt and sticking your finger in. Or have I missed something?”

I blushed. She was right. So I shook my head. “I was just returning the favor from Monday night, when Daddy licked my butt. And I did it in front of you, you even told me to do it. I didn’t do anything behind your back.”

She smiled and took my hand. “And that’s why it was okay, Mel. How do you feel this morning about what we did last night?”

“I’m just sorry about one thing.”

Mom looked concerned. “What is that, sweetie?”

“I didn’t get to lick your pussy and bring you off.”

Mom laughed a little, relieved about what I said. She shook her head. “Sometimes you’re so bad, baby girl.”

“Like mother, like daughter?”

“That’s what your father thinks, too.”

“I’m so very happy how things are between us now,” I told her. I then leaned across the console in the middle and rested my head on her shoulder. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, baby girl.”

We drove into town through rush hour traffic. When we were near downtown, Mom made several turns, but I wasn’t really sure where she was headed. Mom said rather commandingly, “Slip down in your seat so no one can see you.”

“Are you that ashamed to be seen with me now?” I jokingly asked.

“No, but if you don’t, we’ll have to go back home.”

I was intrigued enough to do as she told me.

“Should I unbuckle my seat belt?”

“No, just hold the shoulder belt close to the door so it looks like it’s not buckled.”

“But why am I hiding like this?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

This was gonna be interesting.

Mom drove for maybe another minute before she slowed. I lifted my head just enough to keep from being seen, but to know we weren’t at a typical traffic intersection.

“Stay down, Melissa!” she anxiously demanded, as she turned into what I realized was a dingy back alley.

“Why are you turning down an alley?” I asked, becoming uneasy about this whole trip. Nothing good ever happened in a back alley, at least not in the movies or news shows. “Where are you taking me?”

“Relax, Mel.” Mom calmly replied. She obviously enjoyed knowing something I didn’t. She knew where we were going. I didn’t have a clue. I just hoped Peter didn’t get his pot from a place like this!

We were surrounded on both sides by buildings. I saw the tops of a few dumpsters as we passed them.

She finally stopped the car.

Opening her car door, she said, “Wait here and keep your head down.”

“You’re gonna leave me here?!” I fearfully asked.

“I’m just going to the backdoor.”

“The backdoor of what?!” I demanded to know.

“Just wait here a second.”

“Why?” I asked, getting really upset. “Mom, this isn’t funny!” I whined.

“Don’t be a wuss. I’m with you. So just do it,” she said, a little more sternly.

“What if a bum shows up?!”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes. “There’s no one around. Just wait right there until I come back to the car.”

Mom shut her door and the door locks engaged. That wasn’t much comfort though since Mom was now out with any bums that might be around. Then everything got quiet, which quickly brought me to the point of freaking out.

What the fuck was going on? Why was she having me hide?

After a few moments, the doors unlocked, and mine opened. Mom poked her head in as I noticed someone pass behind her.

“Unbuckle your seatbelt and get ready to move quickly,” she instructed me. At that point, I figured I better just do as I was told.

“It’s clear,” I heard a man’s voice say. Almost immediately, Mom opened the car door all the way.

“Let’s go, Mel, hurry up” she firmly said. I sat up fast and slipped out of the car. Mom grabbed my arm, closed the car door and locked the car with her keyless clicker. She quickly led me to an open doorway that we were parked close to.

******

As I stepped inside the building, I was face to face with an attractive looking woman. I was in some sort of an office. I noticed pictures of naked women were on one wall. I was sure Mom had decided to sell me into sex slavery. I glanced around, looking for a cage they would lock me up in.

“Good morning, Melissa,” the attractive lady said. I squeamishly smiled.

“Good morning, Andrea.” The lady and Mom kissed, and to my utter surprise rather intimately.

“Mel, this is Elaine Formon, and this,” she pointed to the man who came into the office behind us closing the door, “this is her husband Larry.”

I timidly said, “Good morning.” I still wasn’t too sure that I wanted to be here, but the couple looked pretty nice, was well-dressed, and seemed to know Mom quite well. I guessed them to be about the same age as my parents.

“Well and a very good morning to both of you!” Mr. Formon replied, smiling brightly.

He stepped close to Mom and, to my amazement, kissed Mom on her lips and held the kiss for quite a while. Mom didn’t pull back either. What was going on here?

“And how is Greg this fine morning?” he enquired after they separated.

Mom grinned. “We’re both a little tired. Our daughter sprang a little surprise on us last night. She showed us a video she starred in. So, Greg and I didn’t get as much sleep as we should have.” They all looked at me. I was stunned that she told them what she did. I tentatively smiled and blushed, deciding not to complain or say anything for now.

“She was quite inspiring, huh?” Mrs. Formon teased Mom. I was rather satisfied with myself that she and Daddy had worn each other out having more sex in their bedroom last night. Mom smiled back at me when I cut my eyes at her.

Mr. Formon eagerly asked, “Is that video for sale?”

“No way, Larry. You wouldn’t want some of the videos you have of your kids to go public either!” Mom exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Mrs. Formon feigned a sympathetic smile, “and we know who else wouldn’t want some of those videos of our kids to go public.”

Mom blushed. “Yeah ... well ...”

I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I looked at Mom questioningly and she just shrugged her shoulders and turned her face away.

Had my parents had sex with the Formon kids? I didn’t even know who their kids were! Had I suspected right at the photo studio that my parents had had sex with Anna Taylor, too? Were there more kids other than my friends that my parents had been involved with?

“Let’s go into the store so you can look around, Melissa;” Mrs. Formon said.

What store? Look around? Why the strange entrance if this was a store? Suddenly it dawned on me. Mom had taken me to a sex store.

Mom saw me catching on and just laughed out loud: “Where were you thinking I had taken you?”

I felt my face flush, I was so embarrassed. My Gawd, at times I was really just a little kid. I hugged Mom. “You’re too cool, Mom,” I exclaimed.

I bit my bottom lip. I thought about the novelty store where Jennifer bought her vibrator the day before. Anybody could go into that store and buy stuff.

Mom snickered before saying, “I’m sure you know of the store at the mall that has some sex things for those interested more in gag gifts. Well, Elaine and Larry own and operate what I believe is the best sex shop in town. And since you wanted some toys, I figured you might get a kick out of picking them out yourself. And since you’re not eighteen yet, we couldn’t just walk through the front doors. The Formons were nice enough to allow me to sneak you in before store hours.”

Mom turned towards the Formons. “Thanks, Elaine and Larry, for letting us do this.”

“You’re certainly welcome, Andrea,” Mrs. Formon said. “We’re just happy to finally have a chance to meet and get to know your daughter that you’ve hidden from us for so long.”

Mom took me aside for a second. “Got your purse?”

“It’s in my handbag,” I replied, patting it.

She pulled a bill out of her purse. “Here is a twenty for this week’s allowance,” she said, handing me the bill. “How much do you have right now?”

“About forty with this,” I replied. Mom smiled at me. I quickly hugged her.

We walked out into the store. I couldn’t believe what all I saw. Mrs. Formon took my hand and said, “Let me show you around a little.” Mom and Mr. Formon walked along behind us.

******

The store was really big, stretching quite a ways from one end to the other. The main entrance was at one end where the checkout counter was located. There were long aisles of racks throughout the middle of the store with what looked like DVD cases. In the middle of the back wall were stairs leading to the floor above us. Beside it was an elevator. Along the back wall were angled shelves with tons of magazines and books. That was where Mrs. Formon led me first.

“Here we have the magazine section. Our store has just about anything available that we can legally sell in this state and city.”

She pulled some off of the shelves, showing me the covers. She unwrapped some that my eyes had bugged out at and handed them to me. I leafed through them, totally amazed at what these magazines showed. Between the ones I flipped through and the front covers of the rest, the magazines had couples, threesome, foursomes, groups, girl-girl action, fat ladies, pregnant ladies, old ladies, etc. All of them were having sex in all kinds of positions. Many of them included things like rimming, ass fucking, cum shots on pussies, asses, tits, facials, cream pies, etc. The variety seemed endless!

I had done some of that stuff myself, but seeing photos of it in the magazines left me with a weird feeling. It turned me on some, but it also seemed sort of crude and impersonal. The pictures of me having sex with adults and kids were connected with memories of playing and having fun with them. The pictures of me in Maggie’s album looked like I was really into it, that I was doing it because it felt great. The ones in the magazines were hot, but it was obvious it was just a job for the models in the various pictures. The poses were too perfect. The facial expressions played to the camera instead of just a natural reaction to what was going on.

“Are you surprised by some of the pictures?” Mr. Formon asked me.

“Yeah. I mean, I never thought people would be so into all of this. Pregnant women?”

Mom replied, “Your father didn’t shy away from me when I was pregnant with you and Jamie. If anything, he got a kick out of it.”

I scrunched my face. I guess whatever floats your boat. I wondered if Peter would be extra horny if I were late in a pregnancy like most of these women in the magazine.

The tits on the girls in the big boobies magazines looked rather impressive. I sighed, although I felt much better about my breasts after Daddy said last night how much he liked my little tits.

Mrs. Formon noticed me staring at them in the pictures.

“I take it you don’t like your breast size, Melissa?” she asked me. I just shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

“Many of those women have implants,” Mrs. Formon said. “Here,” she said as she took a few steps and picked up a magazine which she also unwrapped and handed to me. The cover had younger looking college girls with very small tits. I flipped through it and saw how they portrayed the women more as school girls.

“Your breasts are perfect for you,” Mr. Forman stated. “I’ll take natural tits like yours anytime.”

I began noticing a naturally growing bulge in his pants.

“And look at this one,” his wife said, handing me another. This one had older women with small boobs as well.

“There are plenty of men and women that prefer small tits. In fact, the trend in porn these days seems to be toward smaller, more natural breasts.”

I smiled at her.

“Yours are beautiful. You don’t have any reason to be ashamed of them,” she told me, rubbing my back. She leaned her head to my ear and softly added, “You’ve got quite a few admirers.”

I looked at her closely as she smiled demurely. I wondered who she was referring to as my admirers!

“Like who?” I curiously asked.

“Well, there are three currently in the store.” She softly smiled, glancing back at mom and her husband talking to each other.

I hesitated prying any further about possibly other people who had seen my pictures, keeping in mind my manners. I didn’t want Mom pissed off at me about that, even though I could easily argue I had a right to know! And, Mrs. Formon and her husband were graciously taking a big risk for me by even having me in their store.

We all walked a little further along the magazine shelves.

“Here we have the gay section,” Mrs. Formon stated.

Again she unwrapped some magazines and I got to see guys sucking off guys and fucking them in their asses. There were also guys dressed up as women and guys pretending to be women. Some of the pictures had women with cocks! Or was that men with tits? Either way it looked really strange to me. I had no clue you could buy stuff like this.

Some of the dicks in the magazines looked impressive, and reminded me of Mr. Meyer. Although I thought his was still bigger than any I saw in those magazines.

“See something you like?” Mom teased.

“They’re nice,” I stated. “But I think I’ll stick with what I’m used to though. Sheesh.” The Formons and Mom chuckled.

I then thought about how I was talking in front of these adults! I knew I was blushing, but thankfully no one pointed it out, embarrassing me even further.

The next section she showed me had magazines and books with a lot of dark covers and people dressed in weird leather outfits.

“This is our BDSM section,” Mrs. Formon said.

I sorta curled my lip while looking at the covers, not that interested in flipping through any of them. But at least I knew where to buy magazines for Mrs. Preston and Mrs. Walcott! I wondered if Mrs. Formon knew either of them. Did she know about what I had watched in the Walcotts’ basement the day before?

“I take it you’re not into this kind of thing?” Mrs. Formon asked.

I was staring at a cover with a woman holding a scary looking whip. I shook my head determinedly. “No way. Definitely not.”

Mom added, “Mel was able to watch some S&M in person. Her reaction to it is something I share with her.”

“Party poopers,” Mr. Formon ragged Mom. She playfully swatted his arm.

“What about something like this?” Mrs. Formon asked, handing me another with a bound woman with other women sucking her nipples while a man fucked her.

“This might be fun,” I stated.

“Giving or receiving?” she asked.

“Both,” I said, nodding. Mrs. Formon smiled as a reply. I glanced back over at Mom who was smiling at me. I wondered if she had participated in something like this before.

As I looked at everything on the shelves some more, I asked Mrs. Formon, “There are people buying all these magazines and books?”

“I suspect you are seeing a lot of things for the first time, Melissa. We do make a lot of sales from these. There are also others we can’t legally sell. So we don’t carry those. Undercover law enforcement agents regularly come in checking us out. So we have to be very careful. Obscenity laws vary from place to place.

“However, these days we make most of our sales from DVDs,” she said as she took me to the long racks filled with tons of DVD boxes.

I stared at some of the boxes and wondered if they might have some of Doris or Mom’s porn movies for sale. I moved towards a rack labeled ‘vintage’. I glanced over at Mom. I saw a little apprehension in her face. I knew I had to be careful with anything I said.

I picked up a few of the boxes and looked at them.

“We also have some others from the beginning of the video porn age - the late sixties and early seventies. And some even older films like from the twenties and thirties that have been transferred to DVDs. Most of those didn’t even have sound when they were filmed. Music was added to them when they were converted to VHS tape and DVDs.”

She picked up one box of a video that had some films from the twenties. It was wild seeing actors that could possibly be ancient relatives of mine! Not likely, but who knows?

I said, “I didn’t realize they made porn movies so long ago.”

“People have been making porn even further back than that. They started taking porn pictures pretty soon after photography was invented.”

I held up one of the vintage movies and asked, “Do the old films still sell?”

“Sure, especially the classic movies like ‘Deep Throat’ and some others from the seventies and eighties. I prefer those over most of the newer videos.” Mrs. Formon smiled as she saw me looking at some of those boxes. “A lot of them had a story to them. Usually the acting wasn’t the best, but it added something to the movies. Most of the newer ones just have a few scenes with different actors fucking, but no real story to them, just a general theme. But people buy them. So who am I to complain?” She grinned. “We try to group similar movie themes together to make it easier for the shoppers.”

“What if you’re interest in movies with particular actors?” I could almost feel Mom cringing. But I was curious just how easy it might be for someone with a few clues to unravel things.

“Most of the popular ones we have in a data base, and we can look them up. But not all. There are just too many of them. And there are many videos available that weren’t widely distributed. However, not all of the videos in our store have been indexed into the data base yet. So any search could miss some we may have available.”

I wondered if any of Mom and Doris would show up in a search.

“Do you have somebody particular in mind?” Mr. Formon asked me. “We could try looking for her or him.”

“No, I was just wondering is all.” I wasn’t sure if the Formons were in on Mom’s secret past and I didn’t want to embarrass her. She had done something so special for me by taking me to this store.

I looked close at the DVD box I was holding, and said, “It’s not wrapped in plastic or anything.”

“Actually the boxes are empty,” Mrs. Formon replied. “We store the discs behind the counter and put it in the box when a customer buys the video.” She grinned. “Keeps those little things from getting legs and wandering off by themselves.”

I laughed at the way she described shoplifting.

******

Mr. Formon pointed to the far side of the store. “Let’s show Melissa something I’m sure she’s never seen before,” he said as we all began walking in that direction. His wife even took my hand as she walked beside me.

As we reached a darkened entrance, Mr. Formon explained, “This is the arcade area. The arcade is basically the area for the video booths. People, mostly guys, come in here and watch porn videos.” He pointed at a display case on a wall facing the entrance. “We have seventy-two movies in our play machine, and we change them about every ten days or so. The server we have makes it easy to do. Once a DVD is inserted, it is read into the system and becomes available to all the booths. Customers can select a particular movie they want to watch, but the majority just goes into a booth and uses a touchpad to scroll through all of the available movies until they find something that peaks their interest. Then they get their cock out and masturbate. We have boxes of tissues for them to wipe their dicks off with after they’ve cum.”

“They all jerk off?”

“Based on the amount of tissue we go through, I suspect some do it even more than once,” Mrs. Formon said, grinning.

The place was rather dark and gave me the willies. The idea of a bunch of guys sitting around watching porn in dark booths as they stroked away was rather creepy. The weird thing was that I was sorta fascinated by the idea.

“Around lunch time, a guy comes in who works for us. He cleans the floors regularly ... or as needed,” she chuckled, “and makes sure that no hanky-panky goes on openly, makes change, and so on.”

“What do you mean by hanky-panky?”

Mr. Formon answered, “Some men who come here are looking to hook up for sex. Usually the hooking up happens outside the booths, and can get a little out of control if someone from the store isn’t around to discourage it.”

“Guys start making out and stuff in the hallway?”

“That, or worse, a guy propositions another who isn’t into guys and in turn reacts badly.”

“Yikes. Have you had fights break out?”

“Not yet, but we have had to ban a few ‘gentlemen’ from the store when they couldn’t control themselves.”

“Do any chicas come to watch the movies?”

“Very rarely. You can imagine how they become the center of everyone’s attention. Having strange men either approaching you to join them in a booth or watching your every move intimidates most women. Those who do come usually are with someone else.”

Mr. Formon led us into an open area with subtle lighting. Along the walls were doors spaced about the same distance apart. Above the doors was a ‘vacant’ and ‘occupied’ light.

He opened one of the doors revealing a medium-sized booth. Just inside the door was a bench seat. On the opposite wall was an open area inside the wall for a big TV, with a smaller TV next to the big one. The big TV was displaying some instructions. The smaller one was displaying four split windows with different movies playing in them. There was a number displaying along with each movie. The movies and their numbers seemed to change about every fifteen seconds or so. Both were behind a clear window that sealed off the TVs from the rest of the booth. On the same wall beside the window was a place to enter the money.

“The small TV gives a preview of the available movies. You can select one of them by entering the corresponding number onto either the keypad beside the window or on the armrest at the bench seat. A customer can also enter a number from one of the boxes in the display case at the entrance to the booth area.”

The box of tissues sat on the end of the bench seat, and a wastebasket about a third full with used ones was against the wall.

“Another big thing for our worker to watch out for is any sign of people making holes in the walls between booths. If someone is caught attempting it, they are banned from the store.”

“Holes?” I asked uncomprehending. “Why would someone make a hole in the wall?”

I noticed two separate areas on the same wall that appeared to have been covered over, possibly patching over holes.

“Well, there are guys that like to watch others jerking off or, if the hole gets big enough, they try to stick their dick through it and hope that the person in the other booth will suck him off. Some will even put their butt against the hole for someone to put their cock inside from the other booth. Those are called ‘glory holes’. You can see where we had to patch two holes between this and the adjacent booth.”

“Why not just leave the hole if customers are gonna make new ones?”

“Our city’s mayor and council take a rather dim view of the type of activity that goes on with glory holes. So, to keep anyone from thinking we’re promoting such things, we make sure that there are no holes.”

“Why don’t the customers just hook up with someone and share a booth?”

Mrs. Formon answered, “Many people want to remain anonymous. Many men who use the booths come in wearing wedding bands. They come here to explore their bisexual side in a place their wives and families can’t easily discover them. The percentage of guys that visit the store wearing hats or caps is far greater than any other place I go, except for maybe an athletic stadium,” she said, chuckling. “Glory holes allow for anonymous sex. It’s very risky sex though.”

“I guess I can understand why some guys come to use the booths if they want to have sex with someone, but if you’re just here to watch a movie and jerk off, why not just buy a DVD and take it home? Seems like that would be the cheaper way to go.”

Mrs. Formon stopped and looked at me. “We don’t know the situation these guys have at home. Perhaps their wife doesn’t like porn? Perhaps it could be just for the thrill of doing something like that? There could be many reasons for guys to come in here to jerk off.”

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Everyone needs a sexual outlet of some kind. This is just one alternative. Occasionally couples will even come in together, but mostly it is just men by themselves. I’ve even seen strangers who came in separately deciding to share a booth. The concern Larry and I have about it is that rarely are there used condoms in the trash. Some of these men are taking serious risks with their health, and also the health of any partner they have at home.”

“Maybe you should put free condoms in the booths,” I suggested.

“That would cause problems in that law enforcement might take the view we’re promoting sex in the booths. We do sell condoms in the store, and anyone could bring them in with them from home. If it happens, it’s between the participants. We’re lucky the boxes of tissue in the booths haven’t been a problem. At least with the booths, the guys have someplace private to get there thrills. Otherwise, they might take chances in other public places, especially public restrooms.”

I felt sorry for the guys that felt they had to do that. I began to seriously appreciate all the fun I could have with my friends and their parents in our homes, especially now that a lot of the secrets were out of the way.

It also made me think again about Mom having been a prostitute, giving men and women a similar sexual outlet. At least the people Mom and the other coeds had sex with had been checked out by the OCS. So she hadn’t been nearly as reckless as those hooking up with strangers in a video booth.

We began walking back to the main part of the store. I lingered back and opened another door to a booth. I thought how wild it would be to come here and use a booth with Peter. Or Sarah even. Also, the idea of someone watching through a hole in an adjacent booth was making me horny as fuck. I knew I was an exhibitionist. I loved being in front of people as a cheerleader. If I wasn’t thinking about my tits, I could probably get off on stripping in front of someone I didn’t know. I knew that just from the previous weekend at the nudist campground.

I also couldn’t shake the idea of a nice hard cock poking through a hole, waiting for me to touch or suck it. Unfortunately for its owner, I would never do anything so risky. But just seeing it would probably be enough to help get myself off very fast.

“Mel,” Mom said, getting my attention. She looked at me curiously. “Do you want to see a movie?”

I blushed and said, “Maybe some time.”

“You can go into the booth if you want,” Mr. Formon told me. I smiled and my eyes went wide before I stepped through the door.

I looked around and wondered how much sperm had been spurted in here. Seemed like such a waste in a way. I then noticed Mr. Formon standing in the doorway with Mom just behind him.

“Would you really like to watch a movie, or at least part of one?” he asked.

“Yeah, but we probably don’t have time ...”

“There’s enough time to let you get at least a good taste of the experience,” he said. Looking at Mom, he added, “If you’re okay with it, Andrea, I’d be happy to show her how to operate things.”

“It’s fine with me,” she replied. “I have something I’d like to talk over with Elaine anyway.” She smiled as she stepped out of view.

Mr. Formon explained he could demonstrate it from the server, but he wanted me to have the full experience. He closed the door behind him and stepped over to the opposite wall to slip in a bill. He then sat on the bench seat.

I started to sit beside him but he stopped me. “Why don’t you sit on my lap so you won’t get anything on your shorts. There might be some stuff on the seat cushion since the booth still needs cleaning.”

There wasn’t anything on the seat. I knew he just wanted me cozying up to him. I smiled bashfully as I situated myself on his lap. He was eager to assist me, using both hands to get my butt situated just the way he obviously wanted. He left a hand on my side as the other moved to the keypad on the armrest. His gentle caresses felt great, especially with his fingers almost touching the side of my boobie.

“Is there a particular kind of movie you’d like?”

“Maybe something with a group of people ...”

“An orgy?” he asked. I nodded coyly.

He started using the keypad with his free hand. I wasn’t really paying attention though. I was thinking about the hard lump I felt against my butt. I was also turning my head to look at Mr. Formon. He had a handsome face. He seemed to be in great shape as well. I could easily imagine having sex with him. I figured it was eventually going to happen.

I finally looked at the big TV when a movie began playing with a large roomful of naked people having sex in various combinations. These people were obviously paid actors, but it sorta reminded me of what I saw from outside the Meyers’ house the night of their orgy.

“Is that what you wanted to see?” he gently asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Have you ever seen something like that before?”

“I’ve seen smaller groups of people.”

“Were you one of them?”

“A few times,” I said, beginning to tingle all over. He wasn’t touching or doing anything more than before, but I was so fucking horny! “I spied on an orgy with a lot of people last weekend.”

“You like to spy, huh? I adore a naughty girl, especially pretty ones like you,” he eagerly replied, using his free hand to brush through my hair. I wondered if he could tell I was blushing. “Was it exciting watching the orgy?”

“It was.”

“Did you want to be a part of it?” he asked, pulling my hair back, revealing the side of my neck. His fingers lightly brush the skin for a moment making me tingle all over. I knew what he was doing. I think he knew I was letting him as well.

“I wanted to be, but I supposedly wasn’t old enough.”

“It’s too bad you only got to watch. But a lot of people have fun just watching, which is why we have to deal with glory holes sometimes,” he said, moving his free hand to rest against the inside of my thigh, just below my shorts, while the other continued caressing my side. His hand on my bare skin had me squirming a little in his lap ... against his hard cock in his pants.

“Do you have to deal with guys making holes in the booths very much?”

“Not too often.” His face moved closer to my ear. I could feel his breath on my bare neck.

“The only holes I allow in here are the ones made when pants are unzipped.”

His lips lightly touched below my ear. I had to remind myself to breathe right then. I scooted around a little and looked at him, boldly asking, “Are you going to make a hole in here?”

He moved his hand from my thigh to his pants zipper, pulling it down.

“There’s no cock sticking through it,” I noted, playfully pouting.

He looked at me expectantly, moving his gaze down to his open fly and then just as quickly back to my face. I bit my lip as I reached in and fished out his hard cock, which wasn’t an easy thing to do because of the size of his erection. Once it was out, it stood up tall, even throbbing a little. It felt so warm against my palm and fingers as I kept my hand possessively wrapped around it.

I then asked, “What usually happens when there is a cock sticking through a hole?”

“It’s up to the person on the other side of the hole, sweetie.”

“I suppose they usually start off by stroking it some,” I said as I did just that. I slowly moved my hand along the soft skin of his hard dick. It was throbbing very noticeably in my hand.

“Mmmm. They usually do, but it’s not often that it’s such a soft delicate sexy hand that does it.”

I glanced down at my hand wrapped around his cock. I wondered if I was the first young girl to hold his dick like that. Somehow, I seriously doubted it.

He slipped his hand back between my legs, stroking the soft skin from my knee to the edge of my shorts. After a few times, his hand slipped underneath them, getting close to the edge of my panties at my cooch. The bad thing was that it reminded me I was on my period, and he was about to unwittingly discover it.

I whispered in his ear, “I’m on my period.”

He turned his face to mine. “I know.”

He knew? Did Mom tell him when she set all this up?

“I don’t mind,” he added, and leaned closer to touch my lips with his. He kept them against mine, our lips lightly moving against each other. I couldn’t resist and pressed mine to his, sliding my tongue between his lips and meeting his. We passionately kissed as I stroked his cock and his fingers found my clit, gently rubbing it.

I pulled my face from his, quickly catching my breath. We were both ready for more. I decided to be the one to push things further.

“I bet the next thing that happens is the sexy cock poking through the hole gets sucked.”

“If said cock is very fortunate, yes,” he whispered hoarsely.

I moved off his lap and squatted down between his legs, never letting go of my grip on his steely hard shaft. I lowered my head and licked around the head, looking directly into his eyes as I did.

“Does the cock usually get licked?” I innocently asked, and then ran my tongue sensuously from the base to the very tip, wiggling it against the piss hole.

“Not nearly as good as that, sweetheart,” he moaned out. “Little girl, someone taught you well!”

I smiled sweetly at him before I began giving him the best blowjob I could. He seemed to appreciate my skills. I needed to thank Mom again for last night’s lesson!

He moaned and groaned as I sucked for several minutes, working the head with my lips, taking him deep, showing him what I could do.

After a few minutes, he said, “You know that some people like to back themselves up to the hole so the cock can fuck them.”

“I’d like to try that ... if you don’t mind ...”

“I don’t mind, Melissa,” he gently said, putting his fingers beneath my chin. “I’ll do anything for a pretty girl like you.”

I stood up and lowered my shorts and panties. He took them and set them on the seat. Turning back to me, he reached for the bottom of my top.

“May I?” he asked. I nodded, and he leaned to kiss tenderly again before pulling my top off. I stood there with just sandals on. I wasn’t about to take those off on that floor.

He gazed down at my body, holding me by my upper arms as he checked me out. It was easy to tell that he liked what he saw. I bit my bottom lip, trying to be coy. I think he already knew I would be more than willing to do anything he wanted.

“You are so precious,” he said, cupping my face with his hands. We again kissed with our mouths open. He then took my hand and had me turn around. His hands firmly grabbed each butt cheek, firmly massaging them. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations.

Moments later, he turned me around to face him once more. He looked down my body again, admiring me another time. He turned a little as he slowly caressed my flat tummy, reaching down to caress my pussy hair.

Just then I remembered I needed to remove something. I groaned to myself how unsexy this was going to be. I reached between my legs, grabbed the string and pulled the tampon out. It didn’t appear that I was flowing very much for a change. Mr. Formon had already grabbed some tissue to dispose of the tampon.

He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly again. I then turned to face the TV and bent over. I glanced back and saw him getting some saliva to add to what I had left on his cock. I was glad because I was sure I was rather dry because of the tampon. I figured he knew that. He had shown no hesitation about fucking me on my period. He seemed to know so much. Just like with Pastor Thomas, I was reaping the benefit of his experience.

His cock nudged at my opening, gently probing. He was taking things slow with me. Before long though, he had his shaft deep inside me. I moaned as he bottomed out. Then he began fucking me with long hard strokes.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Melissa. I wish I could take my time with your tight little pussy,” he panted.

“Just fuck me hard,” I groaned out. My pussy was on fire and I just needed to be pounded right then. I wanted to cum so badly.

“Jesus Christ, little girl! Damn you are so fucking tight,” he growled, almost spitting the words out as he slammed into me over and over. He slipped both his hands underneath me and cupped my tits. I would have fallen on my face if he hadn’t been holding them tightly.

Mr. Formon squeezed my breasts so good and pinched my nipples between his fingers as he was holding my tits.

“Your hot little boobies feel so great, girl,” he hissed. I groaned in appreciation. My pussy squeezed his cock a little tighter as well, bringing out a groan from him that time.

His cock seemed to get bigger and bigger as he slammed into me from behind. The ridge of his cockhead was scrapping inside me so damn good. That and the rapid slapping of his balls against my clit were bringing me so close to a huge orgasm!

He began grunting even louder. Just before he came in me, my whole body exploded. He finally slammed one last time in me and groaned. I easily felt his cock jerking inside me, spurting its cum as my pussy gripped him tightly.

After a short time, I felt his dick slip out of me. I always hated that feeling of being suddenly empty after feeling so wonderful. I stood straight and turned to him. He kissed my forehead before I offered him my lips again.

After we kissed yet again, he said, “We need to get straightened out. There’s still a lot of the store to show you.”

We used tissue to clean both of us up as best we could. I was glad to see very little blood mixed in with the combination of our juices on his still half-hard shaft. Maybe the worst of my bleeding was over for a change? That would be so cool! I wasn’t going to assume that was the case though.

I took a tampon from my purse and inserted it, if for no other reason than to stop the flow of all the cum he had left inside of me!

Once we were situated again, we left the booth and rejoined his wife and Mom who were waiting for us back at the entrance to the booth area. They were waiting for us with knowing smiles. Naturally, I blushed like crazy.

“What movie did you watch?” Mom asked me, smiling wryly.

“It was an orgy. I don’t know the title,” I replied, wondering why she was asking.

“You must’ve been in the movie. One of the actresses sure sounded a lot like you ... when you ... well ...”

Mr. and Mrs. Formon chuckled.

Embarrassed, I put my hand over my mouth. I immediately decided I needed to buy a gag while I was in the store.

******

We walked together back into the main part of the store. Mrs. Formon walked me over to the long wall along the front of the store, while Mom and Mr. Formon went toward the checkout area close to the store’s main entrance.

“Did my husband show you what you wanted to know about the video arcade?”

“Yeah ... umm ... look, I’m sorry if I did something I shouldn’t ...”

“Oh, pish posh, girl. I knew what was going to happen. Larry adores being with young girls, especially ones as beautiful as you,” she replied, unashamedly checking me out as closely as her husband had. “I do as well, sweetie.”

I blushed yet again.

“One of the reasons we offered to show you the store was so Larry and I could meet and get to know you better.”

“Mom didn’t ask?”

“She asked if today would be okay, but she had a standing offer from us for you to come.”

“It’s really cool that you offered. I know it’s risky having me here, especially if the cops are closely watching.”

“We have become known as a classier store than the one operated by the previous owner. So we don’t really have any problems with the police, but we do have to be on our toes. Larry and I were more than willing to take a chance having you here. We hope to see a lot more of you, especially when we can relax and enjoy ourselves, if you’d like that as well.”

I nodded to her. “I’d like that a lot,” I said, smiling at her.

She gently kissed my lips, and said, “Well, let’s go to the toy section. I understand you’re interested in starting a collection.”

I blushed and felt embarrassed. Mrs. Formon smiled at me. “Relax, honey. We have men and women coming in here regularly to buy vibrators, dildoes, and other things. You’re not the first and not the only girl who has been in our store ... although they normally are at least eighteen,” she added with a wink.

We stood in front of some shelves loaded with vibrators, dildoes, plastic vaginas, complete plastic dolls, regular condoms and weird ones, various tubes with lubes, pills, and other stuff.

“So you want to get something for yourself, and to use with your girlfriends and your boyfriend, right?”

All I could do was nod. It seemed my tongue wasn’t working while looking at all those things. Mom must have told her what I was interested in. She was speaking so openly about it. The whole thing was still too new for me, and it was making me really nervous.

Mrs. Formon pulled a couple of things out and began showing them to me.

“These are mostly basic vibrators. They’re phallic shaped and generally made of plastic. Some are made with a jelly type material for a softer feel. They have one or possibly two vibration settings. They’re pretty durable, come in different sizes, and will get the job done. They’re our lowest priced ones and we sell quite a few of them. They’re nothing much to look at, but that’s not what these are bought for,” she explained, grinning. I suppressed a giggle.

“The neat thing about these is that you can easily carry them with you in a handbag for those times when you’re away from home.”

She handed me several of them to feel and compare. Mom and Colleen had a few like these. I could see where it would be good to have one around for myself.

“If you’re looking for something a little more special, we have these,” she said, picking up several different sized packages.

“These are quite small. They’re generally called a ‘bullet’ or ‘egg’ vibrator. These are great if you just want to use something on and around your clit. The size makes it perfect to hold.” She handed me one. “Feel how smooth and sleek it is?”

I definitely liked the idea of that one. My fingers did a great job with my clit, but they couldn’t vibrate anything like these probably could.

“The controllers usually fit easily in your hand. The small size makes it another one that is easy to carry with you. Some of them are waterproof, too, for use in a shower or in a bathtub. You can hold it to your clit and also insert it into your pussy. This one you can also insert in your ass. Don’t assume you can, though, unless it is advertised that way. If it wasn’t specifically designed for both uses, the wires to the controller could be too thin and might break when you try to pull it out through your tight ass muscles. And that could mean a trip to the hospital to get it removed.”

I shuddered at the thought.

“Exactly,” Mrs. Formon laughed. “But the neat trick with this egg is, you can put it into your pussy and wear it all day.” She unplugged the wire from the control unit. “Make a small hole in your pants pocket and feed the wire through, then you can turn on the vibrations whenever you want and get off with it.”

“That’d be weird to do in school.” I chuckled.

Mrs. Formon hugged me as she laughed again. “Melissa, I hear that you’re a rather daring soul, but that could get you in serious trouble in school.”

I knew I wouldn’t do it, well perhaps not turn the vibrator on. But, wearing that inside my pussy at school certainly seemed intriguing.

“Here is one that’s typically called a ‘butterfly’. You can wear it over your clit and control the vibrations. It’s great if you want to keep your hands free for other things.”

That Sunday morning, when Doris had gotten me down from the roof of our house, she had later shown me how much fun one of those could be. “This would be awesome to wear while going out somewhere.”

“Exactly. If you’re specifically wanting it for that, make sure you get one with a remote control ... and give it to your date,” she said, winking.

I bet Peter would love having control over me like that. The idea was turning me on again, too.

“The antennae of the butterfly dances over the clit. The wings flutter over your pussy lips,” she explained. “Some have probes attached for even more stimulation,” she said, picking up a box, “like this one. It has a remote control as well.”

That one was going on my wish list. I would get it, but it was sixty bucks!

Mrs. Formon picked up something that looked a little familiar. “And here is what’s called a ‘G-spot’ vibrator. It’s curved specifically to hit that sweet spot that I’m sure you’ll find, if you haven’t already,” she said, raising her eyebrow at me. “They are a little more expensive, but are well worth it.”

I noticed a particular vibrator that looked almost exactly like the one Jennifer bought. I picked up the box and read the description. It was basically the same thing. However, this one cost a little more. I couldn’t remember if Jennifer’s was waterproof though. I figured she got a pretty good deal at the mall though. I bet she would go bonkers looking at all the different ones the Formons had on their shelves.

Mrs. Formon grabbed another one off the shelf. It looked like a normal vibrator but had something like a finger attached to it on one side.

“These are generally called ‘rabbit’ vibrators. They come in different styles, but they all have the same basic shape. The ‘rabbit’ is intended to rub and tickle your clit while the shaft is being thrust in and out of your pussy.”

These looked like they would be a lot of fun. What I thought was a finger actually looked like a little rabbit. I bet it would feel great jumping against my little clit.

“The more expensive ones of these have rows of beads inside that rotate or spin. It squirms and massages you in such a nice way. And most of these are waterproof as well.”

If Jamie thought I hogged the bathroom before ...

I glanced at the prices. I figured I would be able to get one of the more basic ones and still have about ten bucks to buy something else. I remembered I needed some lube, too.

“And here are various other fun things, including anal plugs, anal vibrators, anal dildoes, and anal beads. Some you push into your butt and leave it in while you have sex, others like this one has a string of beads and a handle. Your boyfriend can then pull them rapidly out while you’re having an orgasm.” Mrs. Formon grinned. “Let me tell you, it makes your climax really intense.”

I blushed at her admission.

Mrs. Formon picked up several butt plugs. “So for preparation for anal sex, I recommend two anal plugs. A smaller one for starters. And when your butthole has opened up a little, then use this one that’s a little bigger. After you’ve had the bigger one in you for a few minutes, you should be ready to take a cock much more easily in your ass.”

I held one and looked at it curiously. It was shaped similar to the one Doris had put into my butt Wednesday night. Mrs. Formon noticed me eyeing it.

“The wide base keeps it from slipping inside, and the narrower ring just above the base makes it easier to keep in your butt. The wide base allows your boyfriend to get a good grip, too, when he wants to fuck your ass with one. Your sphincter muscle is pretty strong. It takes a little effort to push through.”

She grinned at me. “Larry uses the same ones to get me ready for anal sex.”

My face felt hot as I turned crimson. I wasn’t prepared for her talking so openly about anal sex with me. She talked about it so easily. She could have been telling me how she liked eating ice cream. I wondered if she talked like this with every customer.

“And always use some anal lube.” She picked up a tube. “Get your partner to work some of that into your butt before using anything in your ass. If it is a guy, he needs to grease up his cock with it. Makes it a lot more pleasant for you when his cock slides nicely in and out.”

Before the past few weeks, I had never imagined I would be using my butt for anything other than taking a crap. Now I was licking inside other peoples’, and getting detailed instructions for the best way to get things put up my own butt!

I was proud of my butt. People thought it was sexy and fun to touch, and it turns out it’s a lot of fun to play inside of as well. I planned to make Peter the beneficiary of all of that before the night was over.

“Let me show you some things specifically for the guys. We have prostate stimulators and probes, strap-on dildoes that have hollow cores, various kinds of cock rings, ball suckers ...”

“Ball suckers?” I asked, staring at her.

“It’s for the guy whose partner won’t do the job for him. All the guy has to do is pop his balls inside and turn it on. The beads inside will do the massaging.”

I hadn’t thought too much about ball sucking. But Mom had asked me to suck Daddy’s balls last night. So it was probably something guys really enjoyed. I figured I could add it to my list of ‘to do’ things. I was sure Peter wouldn’t mind.

“What’s the deal with cock rings?” I asked. “Is it just something to wear for decoration?”

“When it’s fitted around the base of a man’s shaft, it assists in making his erection harder and he can stay hard longer. He’ll get a lot of pleasure from that. But you will as well when it stimulates your clit as he fucks you. Plus, who doesn’t enjoy a harder and longer lasting dick?”

I grinned as I bashfully nodded in agreement.

“Some of the more expensive ones vibrate. It’s something both you and your guy can enjoy at the same time. It would make for a special present to give to your boyfriend sometime.”

“So cool.”

“Here is a combination cock ring with a beaded-like extension. The extension fits nicely in your butt when your guy is fucking you doggie style.”

“You’ve got so much cool stuff!” I exclaimed.

“It can be hard to decide if you don’t have something specific in mind.” Mrs. Formon smiled at me.

I could definitely understand that. I was ready to take one of each thing! I knew I couldn’t afford anything expensive though. I wished I had done something to earn more money over the summer now!

We walked a little further.

“One thing you don’t want to forget is something for you and your girlfriends,” she stated. “First, the strap-on.”

She then picked something else off a shelf and opened a package. She pulled out what looked like some kind of harness.

“I think this harness can be adjusted small enough to fit you. Why don’t you try it on?”

“Here? In the middle of the store?!”

“Just take your shorts off, Melissa, and leave your panties on. Everyone in here has seen you completely naked before.”

“You have?” Her husband definitely had! “Have you seen pictures of me?”

“Sure, and videos, too,” she said, smiling nicely at me. “You’re a beautiful, attractive, and very hot young lady.”

I knew one question I was going to ask Mom on our way home would be about that. I wondered if she would refuse to discuss things with me again like after our visit to the photo studio. I seriously hoped she wouldn’t.

I unzipped my shorts and took them off. Mrs. Formon helped me with the harness, adjusting it until she seemed satisfied.

“You need to make it pretty snug so that the dildo will be held securely. If it is too loose, then fucking your girlfriend or boyfriend with it becomes difficult to enjoy.”

She reached on another shelf and pulled out a dildo for the harness. “This is a six-incher with a two inch diameter. A girlfriend should be able to take that in her pussy comfortably. If you want to fuck her or your boyfriend in the ass with it, you should open them up with smaller dildoes. Remember to use the lube when using the strap-on dildo, too.”

She paused for a second. “One more thing, Melissa. Anything that has been in an ass must be thoroughly cleaned before it’s used in a pussy. Otherwise, you can cause vaginal infections that are real doozies. And since we are all sexually active with multiple partners, an infection would spread like wildfire if not treated right away. That would be no fun at all. So use soap and hot water and clean it really well. By the way, that goes for real cocks also.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Formon,” I softly replied. I was so weirded out by so many of the things she had told me. I liked her though. She reminded me a little of Doris in the way she was so open when it came to telling me things.

“My pleasure, sweetie.”

I grabbed my shorts and put them back on.

She then held up several double dongs. “While you can have fun together with many other toys, it’s hard to beat the sensation of completely filling yourselves with one of these and rutting against each other with your legs scissored together.”

I thought of one person I wanted to do that with, glancing back toward where Mom was standing and talking with Mr. Formon. Pam and Sarah had tried a double dong, but it hadn’t worked for them. Maybe I could talk Mom into showing me how to do it right. I looked back at Mrs. Formon who was smiling at me. Crap. Busted again!

She leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed. I think what you do with your mother is very erotic.”

“She told you?”

She nodded. “Your secret is safe with me and my husband, Melissa. I know the secrets you’ll learn about me in the future will be just as safe with you.”

“My life seems to be nothing but secrets anymore,” I half laughed.

“Sounds like a fun life to me,” she replied, grinning. “Mine certainly is!”

She looked at me conspiratorially and then said quietly, “You know, Melissa, we’ve had fun with your parents. I’ve used a double dildo together with your mother. One time we used one, your father and my husband watched us. We were full of their cum,” she grinned, “and not the cum from our own husband either. That’s why they needed to rest and your mother and I played some more right in front of them.”

I blushed at her revelation. “Colleen and Maggie are right. You do look so cute when you blush.”

“You know the Clarks and the Rayners?” I asked surprised.

“We do. We have played with them as well. We also know the Thomases. Doris says you’re the bee’s knees.”

I was gonna have to look that up sometime.

“I’ve had Bradley in my butt a few times,” she added.

“He likes to do that,” I whispered.

“So you’ve had him in your butt, too?”

I nodded.

“That’s wonderful, honey. Bradley does it very well. I like how he takes his time. By the way, your father is the same way. He really makes me feel so good when he fucks me. My daughter likes to be together with your dad, too.”

“Your kids have had sex with my parents?!” I anxiously asked.

“Sure. And Larry and I hope that we will have a chance soon to be with you and your brother.”

“Do you know the kids of my parents’ other friends, too?”

She laughed. “Some of them. We’ve partied with the Rayners when Penny and Pam were with them. And the Walcotts have had Kari and Mike with them a few times as well.”

I was totally amazed she was telling me so much!

“Doris and Bradley Thomas have partied with us, too. A couple of times they had another girl with them. I believe you’re friends with Julie and Tammy?”

Whoa, Tammy has partied along with the Thomases? Julie wasn’t a big surprise, but Tammy? I definitely had to talk to that chica to find out more about who all she has been involved with.

“Yes, ma’am. Tammy is just a friend though, you know ...”

“I understand. She’s a lovely girl.”

“She’s a little bigger ...” I said, glancing down.

“Not much,” she replied, inspecting me closely. I almost jumped when she slid her hands underneath my top and cupped my bare boobies.

“These are so wonderful, Melissa. May I see them?”

I didn’t see the point in saying no now. She was already playing with them. I had had my shorts off moments before. I had been naked in the booth with her husband. I nodded and she pulled my top up above them.

“They are flawless, girl. Your nipples top them off perfectly,” she said, gently pinching both of them.

“May I suck them?” she asked, hopefully.

I quickly glanced around. I had a woman wanting to suck my tits in the middle of a porn store! This was totally beyond bizarre! What else was I supposed to do but nod okay?

She moaned as she firmly sucked, alternating between them. She squeezed each tit, making my nipples stand out even more. Her lips and tongue felt incredible. Her teeth nibbled on them just enough to make me moan. Finally she kissed each nipple and pulled my top down.

“Thanks for letting me do that,” she said, moving her lips to kiss mine. “I hope someday soon I can feel your lips on my nipples ... and other places.”

“I’d like that.” I bit my bottom lip.

She then reached around and patted my butt. “Well, let’s get back to the toys.”

Mrs. Formon stepped further down the aisle. My eyes bugged out at the ones she was standing in front of now. These looked just like real dicks. Most of them were huge! The head, shaft with its veins, and ball sack were painted and sculpted to look as lifelike as possible.

Holding one in her hand, she said, “This dildo is one of my favorites.”

It was very realistic looking. She took it out of the box and let me hold it.

“See the suction cup at the base?”

I nodded.

“You can attach this to pretty much any flat surface like the floor, shower wall, table top ...”

“Washing machine,” I blurted out.

She grinned at me. “I think maybe you could teach me a little about these,” she teased. “We also have a ball that has a realistic dildo you can attach to it and bounce around the family room with.”

I remembered a toy I had like that when I was younger, except it had a handle on the ball to hold onto instead of a dildo. It was definitely more age appropriate at the time.

She went a little further down the aisle and picked up another box with a dildo that appeared to have a controller attached.

“This one is my favorite,” she bluntly stated as she took it out of the box. “It’s the best combination of a dildo and a vibrator I’ve ever used. It’s called the ‘Adonis’. It even works with most strap-ons.”

Whoa. The thing was about nine inches long and several inches thick. It had a suction cup at the base along with a wired controller you could hold in your hand while riding that bad boy.

“This one was cast directly from a porn star,” she noted. I almost asked if his name was John Meyer, but thought better of it. His would probably be named the ‘Donkey Dick’ anyway.

She let me hold it. I couldn’t even wrap my hand all the way around it!

“The vibrations and motions are very nice,” she explained. “It has many of the same settings as some of our best vibrators. While it’s not the real deal, it’s a terrific substitute.”

I looked at the price tag and grimaced. Ninety bucks! Mrs. Formon noticed as well.

“You get what you pay for, honey.”

I wasn’t going to be able to buy something anywhere close to that expensive. And I knew better than to ask Mom. She would just tell me to get something simple and earn my way to getting something like this one. I would have to save every penny of my regular allowances for over a month! I wasn’t gonna fool myself into thinking that would happen. That meant it would take forever for me to save enough.

Maybe Santa would think I was the bestest naughty girl this year and show some love. I bet if I wiggled in his lap just right I could get anything I wanted.

“So they actually made a mold of a guy’s cock?”

“Yes. It’s not a very difficult process. The guy just has to stay completely hard long enough,” she said. “Come over here.”

I followed her to another shelf. She picked up a package. “You can use this kit to make a mold of your favorite guy right at home.”

“Too cool!” I exclaimed.

“After the mold is made, you prepare the mixture that comes with it, pour it into the mold and let it sit for the required time, and voila! A replica of his cock you can use whenever you want.”

“That’s pretty awesome,” I excitedly observed. “You could actually make and keep a collection of all the guys you ever had sex with.”

She chuckled, “In theory, yes. Convincing some guys to do it might not be as easy as you think.”

“It would be a fun hobby, though.”

“That it would be, dear,” she said, chuckling again.

I looked at some of the other shelves. The Formons had vibrator kits with all kinds of sleeves you could slip over a basic looking vibrator. They even had small vibrators with a type of ring attached on the side that you slipped a finger though, making your finger a vibrator.

The Formons had so much in their store to choose from. It would be so cool to own or work in a place like this!

******

Mrs. Formon pulled me out of my thoughts. “I hate to say this, but we need to finish up and get you out of here soon. The store is supposed to open shortly. Is there something special you’d like to get today?”

I looked in my purse to make sure I had all of the forty bucks I thought I had. I then walked back to the vibrators as Mrs. Formon followed behind me.

I wanted to get something different than what Jennifer bought. I picked out one of the rabbit vibrators in purple at the price that was in my range. I grabbed some of the lube as well. I knew I would need it later that night.

I turned to tell Mrs. Formon I had what I wanted, but she had walked all the way back to where she began showing me the toys, and started picking up various things she had specifically shown me. She grabbed the packages with the egg and butterfly vibrators, butt plugs, double dong, and the strap-on. I finally lost track of everything she grabbed!

I stood where I was, wondering what she was doing. She then walked past me headed straight toward the cash register. I walked fast to catch up with her.

“Mrs. Formon,” I called out quietly, “I can’t afford all that stuff. I haven’t got that much money.”

She turned her head and smiled at me. “I’ll talk to Larry about a special discount for you.”

“Even then I can’t afford them.” I looked at her alarmed, keeping pace with her. But she kept right on walking. Shit, Mom was going to chew my ass out big time.

Mom and Mr. Formon stopped talking as we approached them.

“Got everything, Mel?” Mom asked me and smiled.

“Mom, I tried to stop Mrs. Formon. I can’t afford all that stuff,” I answered in a small voice. “I’ve only got enough for this,” I added, while I put the vibrator and lube on the counter. I was still feeling embarrassed looking at them in front of Mom and the Formons. It was just so personal!

“I talked to your father this morning, Mel. I’ll pay for it if you do all the laundry next week, including all the bed sheets and we’ll call it even, alright?” Mom looked at me with a big grin.

“Wow, thanks, Mom!” I hugged her. Doing all the laundry was gonna suck, but I got to keep my money and still get everything Mrs. Formon had brought to the counter.

“I’ll give you a special discount since you’re Andrea and Greg’s daughter,” Mr. Formon said as he started to ring up the items. Mrs. Formon put them in a large bag.

I winced as I saw the price total of what she had picked out. While I didn’t have to pay for it with money, I was gonna owe Mom and Daddy more than just doing laundry for a week. They would be able to hold this over me forever if I asked for anything else. I was a happy girl though. I knew Sarah, Pam, and Jennifer were going to ask me where I got all those wonderful toys from. Mom and I needed to come up with some explanation to give them, including Peter and Jamie as well.

“There is one more thing, young lady,” Mr. Formon said. He reached beneath the counter and pulled out a box, placing it on top.

“This is on the house.”

My eyes bugged out. Holy shit! It was the freakin’ ‘Adonis’!

“No way!” I said breathlessly. I looked between the Formons. “Seriously?!”

“Take it and enjoy, honey,” Mrs. Formon replied. She put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to her.

“I can’t take that! It’s way too expensive!” I complained, mentally kicking myself for complaining. But Mom would have my ass if I didn’t protest. Her smile told me I did the right thing.

“We insist,” Mr. Formon stated with a smile.

“You really mean it?” I looked warily between them.

Mrs. Formon explained, “Melissa, my husband and I are very well off. We own and run this store because we enjoy it, not because we need the money. It’s our way of sticking it to the religious fanatics that scared off the previous owners with all the legal tactics they used. We don’t scare so easily. And we can easily afford any legal costs.”

“Well ... thanks!” I exclaimed. I leaned into Mrs. Formon for a second and then walked over to Mom.

“Thanks for bringing me,” I told her and hugged her tight.

Mom hugged me right back. Then she totally floored me as she kissed me fully on my lips and held it for a while, pushing my lips open with her tongue before seeking for mine. We stood there passionately embraced in front of people I didn’t really know.

When she drew away from me, I had to catch my breath.

The Formons smiled at us. “That was some mother-daughter kiss,” Mr. Formon said.

Mom sincerely said, “She’s also a very good friend of mine.”

I shook my head, this was too much. Mom left me speechless.

“Thanks, Mr. and Mrs. Formon. I really appreciate this most amazing gift, and the discount on everything else! Well, I’m sure Mom appreciates that.” They all chuckled.

“Go slow with it, Melissa, and use some extra lube,” Mrs. Formon cautioned. “It takes a little getting used to. If you can’t get it all inside of you at first, just enjoy what you can.”

It felt like Christmas to me. A whole bunch of neat things, and I still had all of my money! Then I thought of something.

“Mom? Mr. and Mrs. Formon? I want to do something really quick. It won’t take me but just a few minutes?”

They looked curiously at each other. Mr. Formon said, “Sure.”

“I’ll be right back,” I said as I darted over to the toys again. I quickly found what I was looking for. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the price and knew I had enough money. I grabbed it and dashed quickly back to the checkout counter.

Mom looked at me like I was nuts when she saw what I had.

“Mel? What are you going to do with that?” she asked. I knew all of them were wondering what I was doing.

Mr. Formon said, “It’s obviously not for her.” His wife tried to suppress a laugh, but ended up snorting.

“It’s for someone special,” I proudly said. Mom cocked her head at me.

“A ball sucker?” Mom inquisitively asked.

“For Peter,” I said. “For when I’m not around to do it myself.” I looked at the Formons. “Peter is my boyfriend. And I want to pay for this myself.”

“Peter is a lucky young man,” Mr. Formon stated as he rung it up for me. He couldn’t resist giving me a steep discount. I put it in my bag with everything else.

“Okay, young lady, let’s sneak you outta here,” Mom said. It was almost ten o’clock.

I went to Mr. Formon first and then to his wife.

“Thanks for letting me see your shop. I know you’re taking a big risk doing this.” I hugged and kissed them both again. It just seemed the thing to do.

“Bye, Melissa, it was a pleasure to meet you in person.” Mrs. Formon handed me the bag with my purchases and gift. The Formons waved at me as I snuck out of the back of the store and into our car.

******

I stayed down like before until Mom indicated we had enough distance between us and the store.

I sat up and took a deep breath, letting the air out slowly. “Wow! That was something!”

Mom laughed. “So was it worth getting up early for?”

“Yeah, for sure, Mom. Thanks for paying for all of this. I can’t believe I got that much.”

“Better thank your father, too. He was the generous one.” She paused for a moment. “I think it’s sweet that you bought Peter something.”

“I wish he had been there with me.”

“That would’ve made for a very crowded video booth,” she teased. I looked away and blushed. I finally turned back to her, and said, “Thanks for letting me do that with Mr. Formon.”

“I’m jealous that you got to do it instead of me,” she replied. “Too bad your daddy had to work this morning.”

I smirked. She smiled at me and seemed in a really good mood. So I decided to ask a few things.

“Have you been to their store with Sarah?”

“Nope, kiddo, you’re it.”

“So cool, Mom. Thanks again.” I smiled big time. I felt so special.

“You’re welcome, baby girl. I thought you might like that. Do me a favor though. Don’t blab about the money we spent on that stuff to Jamie, please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. I then asked, “Has Jamie been before?”

“No. Either me or your father might take him soon though.”

“Other than the magazines and movies, there isn’t much there for him. And you and Daddy have plenty of movies.”

“That’s true, but there may be some other things he might be interested in.”

“Like the ball sucker or the cock rings?” I said, grinning.

“You know you would enjoy some of those cock rings as well,” she reminded me. “And there are other nice things for guys that can be fun when used with a girl as well.”

I thought for a second. “Maybe you should take him soon.” Mom giggled with me.

“I appreciate so much getting the toys.” I grinned at her. “I won’t have to borrow yours anymore now.”

“Borrowing is fine, as long as we both know about it.”

“We both? Like you want to borrow mine?”

“Why not? We could be like sisters that share clothes and jewelry.”

“Do you have an ‘Adonis’ hidden that I don’t know about?” She shook her head. I grinned knowing exactly why she wanted to share!

“I’d love sharing my stuff, but you’re gonna have to give me a special allowance for batteries.”

Mom laughed. “I’ll take care of our battery supply.”

“You know, most moms would make their daughter buy their own. That makes you better than those other moms.”

“I hope you remember that on each and every Mother’s Day,” she teased. “Oh, and Peter buys his own.” We giggled together.

I picked up the bag with all my new toys in it, and decided to tackle one big issue right then.

“Mom?”

“Yes, dear?”

“What do I tell Jennifer and Pam when they ask where I got all these toys from?”

Mom thought for a long moment. She finally looked at me and said, “That they were presents I arranged for you to get.”

I nodded, figuring that was truthful, if nowhere near the whole story.

“What about Sarah?”

She glanced over at me, scrunching her lips. She knew that wasn’t going to be good enough for me to tell Sarah.

“Tell her everything,” she finally replied.

“Seriously, Mom?” I asked, astonished at what she said.

“You might as well,” she bluntly stated. “It’ll save all the drama and heartache we’ll have to deal with otherwise.”

“I’ll tell her you don’t want me to say right now, if you want?”

“Oh, no, Melissa Susan Livingston. Not after all we’ve been through about keeping secrets. You tell her everything. Otherwise, I’ll give you so much grief you’ll wish you had.”

I wasn’t sure if she was just jerking my chain or what.

“Mom? Is it really okay to tell her?”

Her look softened. “Yes, it is. Colleen and Bob have the same invitation from Larry and Elaine. Just tell Sarah to act surprised when her mom eventually takes her to the store. She’ll be surprised at what she sees like you were anyway. I’m likely going to have to nudge Colleen to take Sarah as well.”

I thought about one other person. “What about Peter?”

“Let’s tell him together, okay? I’ll talk to Maggie this afternoon. He’ll have to be sworn to secrecy when it comes to Pam and Jennifer.”

“Jamie?”

“Tell him what you usually do - it’s none of his business.”

We giggled together. “Cool,” I simply said a moment later, smiling as I stared ahead.

The traffic had really picked up since earlier. We were just inching along at times. I was anxious to get home so I could lay out all my new playthings for closer inspection. Unfortunately, it looked like it was gonna be a much longer trip just getting back to our neighborhood.

I thought about asking her how she met the Formons.

“The Formons have quite a store,” I stated.

“That they do, sweetie. They have another section upstairs with lots of really sexy lingerie, too.”

“Did you meet them shopping in there?” I grinned at her.

She looked straight ahead, and said, “No.”

I waited her out. She gave me a quick sideways glance. She was obviously debating what she would tell me.

She took a deep breath. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

I shook my head. She knew that answer before she even asked! I softly added, “We agreed again last night, Mom - No more secrets, no more bullshit. You just got all over me about my suggesting I shouldn’t tell Sarah about the Formons and their store!”

Mom looked a little embarrassed, but then sorta playfully said, “I could interrogate you the same way when it comes to your friends, you know?”

“I know. But I think ‘interrogate’ isn’t the best way to put it. It sounds so ... one-sided. I‘d like to call it ‘bonding’.”

She took another deep breath. I knew it was hard for her to feel free and easy about telling her ‘young’ daughter so many ‘adult’ things about herself. But now that I was beyond the point of just having my foot in the door, I wasn’t gonna back off so easily. As it turned out, she didn’t have the desire to battle with me over it like she did weeks before.

“Since you seem to be fine with everything you’ve found out lately about your parents, let me fill you in on the Formons. Larry was somewhat wealthy from investments he’d made when he was younger, but he made his fortune during the dot-com period. He founded a company that became very successful, and he made a pretty penny when he sold his business.”

“Wait. What’s a dot-com?”

“It’s a company that does business primarily on the internet.”

That sounded like it could be a fun thing to do. “What was his business?”

“He started an online videoconferencing website. It gained a rather sizable user base. It was later bought out by a much larger company that wanted to use the idea with a much broader audience.”

“Who were his users?”

“It catered to people who wanted to see and talk to family and friends who didn’t live close to each other.”

“Was it like webcamming?”

“It involved webcamming. It had both business and personal users. The user base, stability of the service, and ease of use are what made it so attractive. And, yes. Some of its users saw it as a fun way to watch each other naked and having sex.”

“I bet that’s what made it so popular,” I giggled.

Mom smiled, and nodded in agreement. “Larry made enough from the sale of it that he and Elaine wouldn’t have to work another day in their lives. But they have always enjoyed sex. So they decided to open their own sex store when the previous one was basically forced into closing. I don’t know if they make any real money running it, but that’s not important to them anymore.”

“Is that what you and the others use for webcamming?”

“Not that exactly, but a special secure version of it that Larry developed together with the son of the minister in California. Remember, you watched his girls on the webcam the other day. Larry got it thoroughly tested and we have been able to use it since the start of this summer. Larry left the servers in California, too, since he feels that running the store is taking up enough of his time. The features they’ve added to the software makes things much safer for those who use it.”

“So kids can get on it naked, and you naughty adults can watch, huh?” I teased.

“We don’t just watch kids, Mel,” she playfully objected.

“Yeah, sometimes it’s perverted adults with the kids,” I impishly harassed her. I got my side playfully pinched for that.

“So they have lots of money, lots of sex, and a sex store,” I said. “That must be nice.”

Mom laughed. “I agree. We met them some years ago at a swinger party. Somehow we hit it off, and we spent some weekends at Mill Lake with them. By the way, they are the ones who own the lake house that your father took Sarah to. We have been to it a number of times.”

“Wish I could go and see it,” I said ruefully.

“You want to see it?”

“Sure. Sarah said it was a really nice place.”

“It is. The Formons use it for gatherings and parties somewhat regularly. They also allow some of their close friends to use it when it’s otherwise available. That’s why your father took Sarah there.”

I felt a pang of jealousy again but managed to let it stay below the surface.

“That’s where the swinger parties are, right?”

“For our group, it normally is.”

“Your group?”

“There are nine other couples that are part of our group.”

I knew about the Rayners, Walcotts, Clarks, Thomases, and Prestons. But that made only six couples with my parents. I wondered who the others were.

“Do I know all of them?”

“Yes, but some not nearly as well as others.”

“I assume the Formons and Taylors are part of your group?”

“They are,” Mom readily admitted.

“And there are two other couples that I don’t know very well.”

Mom simply nodded without elaborating.

I wondered who the other two couples were. Mom didn’t seem to want to talk about them so I thought it better to drop the subject. Another secret to discover. And I knew I would.

Mom continued. “We’ll have to see about taking you to the Mill Lake house soon. That’s where we met their kids, too. The Formons have a daughter, Alicia. She’s about a year older than you. And they have a son, Kevin. He is two years older than his sister. Makes him about a year older than Jamie.”

“Has Jamie met them?”

“No, he hasn’t.”

“Has Sarah met them?”

“No.”

“And Elaine said you and Daddy have had sex with their kids, too?”

She blushed and hesitated for a moment. “Yes we’ve had sex with their kids. I’ve never asked how and when their kids got introduced to sex. But they have been active for a while. They are a lot of fun.”

We were both quiet for a moment, letting that sink in. I had guessed right. My friends weren’t the only kids my parents had fucked.

“Their kids are very open to trying new and different things, and with different people.” Mom said, blushing again. “Their kids are a lot like you in that respect.”

I took that as a compliment.

“Is Alicia bisexual, too?”

“She is, and we’ve had some fun together.”

I was amazed that she so openly admitted that. I was still getting used to her being that way with me.

Mom looked at me and then continued. “We met the Taylors at the Mill Lake house three years ago. We spent the Labor Day weekend with the Formons and the Taylors there. Anna was with them, too.”

Oh, my Gawd! Did she just tell me about Anna without me having to ask?!

She glanced at me with a curious smile. She knew she had succeeded in shocking me. I sorta smiled back at her before she continued.

“Elaine and Larry and their kids had fooled around with Anna on other occasions already. So being at the Formons’ lake house for a sex party was nothing new for Anna. She had already done some sexual things with her parents and others as well. However, Anna had reached the point that she finally wanted to go all the way and lose her virginity. Her parents decided to make it a very special weekend for her. She had grown to like Larry quite a bit. You could even say she had a bit of a crush on him. Larry got to take Anna’s cherry and virginity that weekend.”

“You all were there when it happened?” I was totally amazed.

“Yep. We were there along with the Formons and their kids, Anna’s parents, and of course Anna.”

“She has a brother, too.”

“Right, but he’s three years younger. So he wasn’t there.”

“Shipped off someplace like I was ...”

“Complaining is so not sexy,” she said, disdainfully.

Mom was a little miffed. I decided to better watch it with my smart-ass remarks. She had after all done a lot of very neat things for me lately. And now she was going to tell me about Anna.

“I’ll stop saying that,” I promised. She snorted. She knew me too well.

Mom continued after a second. “It had been a fun weekend with swimming, sunning, a barbeque, some drinking, and so on. Early evening on Saturday, it was Anna’s special moment. We had all been naked the whole day already and now gathered around a big bed on the screened-in patio. Then Anna and her parents came out holding hands. Lori and Andy were naked, but Anna wore a white ankle-length shift. They stopped in front of the bed, and then Anna told Larry that she was a girl still, and asked him to make her a woman.”

“They did all that?” I asked incredulously. “It sounds like some kind of religious ritual or something.”

“It was the first time I’ve ever seen something like it. But the Taylors have their own unique ways about some things.”

“But did she really ask Mr. Formon to take her virginity in front of all of you?”

Mom nodded.

“Anna was only ten at the time!” I exclaimed.

“So was Julie her first time. Doris and Bradley talked with you about Julie, and how you girls all developed differently, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, but I mean ...” I let it hang there not wanting to seem too immature to handle the information about Anna.

I had seriously underestimated Anna. She was a sweet girl and always got along easily with everybody, but she had also seemed so innocent, except for the fun we all had at cheer camp the year before. When we talked during school, she didn’t seem too crazy about boys. I guess she had learned how to hide that kind of stuff from the rest of us.

“She still had her hymen, too. Unlike some other young ladies that I know,” Mom said smiling wryly.

I blushed. “Colleen got Jamie and Pam to ...”

Mom interrupted me. “I know, sweetie.” She obviously didn’t want to get into that again.

“So anyway, Larry said he’d be honored and moved onto the bed. Anna’s parents lifted the seam of her shift on both sides and pulled it off over her head. They kissed Anna who then got on the bed as well. As she lay down next to Larry, we all got on the bed, too. We were to get her to a fever pitch before Larry actually fucked her for the first time.”

“Wow, I guess you and Daddy were pretty horny watching Anna getting her cherry busted.”

Mom blushed a little before she continued.

“Well, we didn’t just watch. We joined in with everyone else getting on the bed with her, surrounding her on both sides. There were six of us along with the Formons with their son and daughter. We situated ourselves male-female around Anna. We then slowly moved clockwise around her, each of us taking turns kissing Anna’s face, sucking on her tongue, playing with her tits, licking and sucking her nipples, tummy and pussy, thighs ...”

“I think I could go for a ritual like that! I’d be cumming in no time from all that attention.”

“Definitely,” Mom agreed. “Anna had a couple of orgasms while we all played with her.”

“Now I wish I hadn’t lost my cherry to Pam and a hairbrush handle,” I said, ruefully. “Why did Colleen think I should lose it before my virginity?”

“Colleen thought it might make it easier on you and Sarah if you had your cherry broken before you fucked for the first time. And I agreed.”

“You agreed?”

“Honey, you clearly aren’t a big fan of pain. You never have been. And you’ve not said anything negative about your first time with Bob that I know of.”

She had a point.

“Bob would have preferred being the one breaking your cherry, too, by the way.”

“What were Anna’s parents doing during all of this?”

“Taking pictures and filming. Not just Andy is an excellent photographer, but Lori is a very good one as well. And she is also very good with a video camera.”

“That would seem so distracting, especially for Anna,” I surmised.

“I thought that as well, but they knew how to use their cameras without a flash, and they moved around in the soft lighting without being noticed much at all.”

“Would you and Daddy, together with Jamie and Sarah, have joined the Clarks to break my cherry?”

“Probably not,” Mom admitted. “And I don’t think you would have liked us being there at that time either.”

Mom quickly glanced at me. I looked down bashfully, knowing she was right.

“Anyways, we were all kissing and caressing Anna all over. She was so relaxed and turned on she felt hardly any pain when Larry pushed his cock inside of her. She yelped a little when he broke through her hymen, and she bled some.”

“So cool,” I said. “Did Daddy then also ... you know?”

Mom grinned. “He was her second. But first, Lori and Andy wanted to do something special for their daughter. They had placed a large white towel underneath her, and Larry’s cum and some of her blood drained onto it. They took the towel away and later vacuum-sealed it with the date written on it. Anna has it as a keepsake.”

I shook my head, amazed. Anna and her parents were cool, but it seemed they could be very freaky.

“We all had some champagne while Anna rested some. Then we had a regular little orgy. Anna was a little sore after Daddy as well as the Formons’ son had fucked her too. So she mainly watched after that. She did use her mouth a few more times though.”

“The whole thing is so wild. And it was Anna of all people! I would have never thought ...”

“Mel, you know that this is not for circulation, right?”

“Yeah, for sure. Thanks for sharing that with me, Mom.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie,” Mom reached over and squeezed my hand.

“Do you see the Taylors a lot?” I asked.

“Your daddy and I see them from time to time, usually when some of the group arrange a party. Occasionally we have spent time with just them, but that is the case with the other couples in our group as well. With the Taylors, Anna and Andrew usually have been part of things.”

I looked at her wide-eyed.

“Sweetie, as you probably have guessed by now, your father and I often have sex with our friends and their kids. Sometimes we just go visiting one or two families or they visit us. Other times we party with several couples. Usually when it involves several couples, it’s limited to only adults. However, because of their age, Kari and Penny often join in now whenever their parents are present.”

At least Pam wasn’t being included.

“When we have spent time with the Taylors, it’s usually been at their house where they have a photo studio in their basement. It can be a lot of fun posing for naughty pictures for Andy and Lori. It’s something different we all can enjoy, and it breaks the usual routine of typical swinger parties. We were there on a Saturday night last November when you were spending the night at the Clarks with Sarah and Pam. I believe it was the first time you and Pam licked each other.”

I knew the night she was talking about. Pam, Sarah and I had fooled around together for the first time. For a second I wanted to say something to the effect that Mom and Colleen had probably set things up to get me out of the way so they could party with the Taylors. But I thought better of it. Stating the obvious would only antagonize Mom again.

“I remember that night,” I simply said. I wasn’t surprised that Mom knew about what I had done with Pam and Sarah. I figured one of them had told either Mom or Colleen about what we had done that night.

“The Taylors have a little play area next to the studio and that’s where we were. At first, Andy and Lori took some pictures of your father and me having sex with each other and with them. Anna and Andrew were there as well. They just watched initially, but then your father fucked Anna.”

“Did Mr. Taylor take pictures of that, too?”

“He did, baby girl.” She glanced at me quickly before continuing. “And he also took pictures of me with Andrew.”

“With Anna’s little brother?” I looked at Mom wide-eyed again. “He was only nine then!”

Mom smiled. “He was. But he knew already what to do with a girl. He sucked my breasts so nicely before he brought me off licking my pussy. He really gets off on that. And I sucked his little cock to a dry orgasm.”

I shook my head in total amazement.

“Then he and Anna did some sexual things with each other while the adults watched and took pictures and a video.” Mom waited for my reaction.

“And did you say that Anna and Andrew have sex with their parents? Like the Rayners?”

“They do. We watched the Taylors having sex with their kids that night. Anna just adores her father, but she has to be on top mostly.” Mom glanced over at me again.

Mr. Taylor was a very well built. A small girl like Anna could suffocate underneath Mr. Taylor. He was that large.

“I can understand that with how big he is,” I replied. “He almost crushed me when he hugged me in the photo studio.”

Mom added, “And Andrew looked really cute with Lori.”

I just kept shaking my head. I didn’t know how I would feel about sex with a nine-year-old boy. I tried to remember not to hold his age against him. I hadn’t liked being excluded for so long.

“Your father slept in Anna’s bed with her. He fucked her several more times that night. And I slept with Andrew in his bed. We fooled around some more in the middle of the night and again in the morning.”

“And Mr. and Mrs. Taylor didn’t care at all that you did?”

“We weren’t the first or last to sleep with their kids in their bed.”

I wondered if my parents would ever allow me and Jamie to do the same.

“We spent another Saturday night with them earlier this year, I believe in April. The Clarks, the Walcotts, and another couple from out of town were with us for that party. Anna got fucked quite a few times that night, including once by Terri using a strap-on.”

As Mom tried to maneuver over to another traffic lane to make a turn, I took a moment to think about everything she had told me. So much of what she was telling me was blowing my mind. I was still just getting used to her opening up to me. I was glad it was happening, but I never expected her to tell me stuff like this!

“Mom, isn’t there another freakin’ road you can take?”

“You’re in that big a hurry to get home so you can play with your new things?” she teased.

“Sorta,” I bashfully replied.

“Just hang in there, little one,” she said as she finally got to make the turn.

“Mom, do you also see the Formons a lot?”

“We have been with them at their lake house a number of times in the past, but only once this year. With your father so busy the past year, we haven’t had as many opportunities to go to see other couples and friends.

“But you said that you have had sex with the Formons’ kids?”

“We’ve partied with the Formons a number of times during the last three years. And most of those times their kids were there, too. I began fucking Kevin three years ago when he was twelve. And I have been doing oral with Alicia since she was ten. Your father began fucking Alicia when she was eleven. The time he was with her earlier this year, he fucked her butt.”

I shook my head. I didn’t know how I felt about all that. I was jealous that the kids of my parents’ friends had started having sex so much earlier than I had. But I knew I better keep my mouth shut about that. Mom seemed like she was ready to involve me in so much more now, and last night with my parents had been so much fun. I didn’t want to rock the boat now.

After a second I asked, “Mom, do the Formons have pictures and videos of me?”

“Yes, baby girl. We’re good friends, and we trust them. They are also good friends with the Clarks, Rayners, Prestons, and Thomases as well.”

“And you have pictures and videos of the Formons and their kids?”

“We do.” Mom didn’t explain any further.

“And of the Taylors - Anna and Andrew, too?”

“Them too.”

“Can I see them some time?”

“When we have some time to talk about what you’re seeing.”

I was more than happy with that reply.

“Baby girl, I probably need to do something else with you first.” She grinned at me. “I told you that the Taylors have a neat studio in their house, and they do take some really high quality pictures there. Perhaps you should go with me sometime soon and have some professional pictures done. Maybe with Jamie or Peter, or some others.”

“Does Jamie know about all of this?”

“I don’t think so, unless Penny or Kari have told him about the Taylors or the Formons, which I doubt.”

I grinned. I was first to know about them this time rather than Jamie.

“How much does Anna know about me? About Sarah and Pam? Does she know anything about Jennifer being a lesbian?”

“She knows you’re bisexual, and that you’ve been with some of your friends and their parents. She doesn’t know specifically who though. She’s already had sex with Penny and Kari.”

“I’m sure she is thinking Sarah and Pam at least. Does she know that they are bisexual?”

“I’m not sure what Anna’s been told. And if she has, I don’t know by whom.”

“So who told her about me?”

“Your father and I told her early in the summer when we were last with her and her parents at the lake house at Mill Lake.”

“Why did you tell her? Why didn’t you tell me you told her?”

“I’m telling you now. We knew Anna wouldn’t tell anyone. She understands the absolute importance of keeping things secret. Her parents involved her at a much younger age.”

“Younger than Julie?”

“Yes, but she wasn’t having sex until she was older than Julie.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Her parents are photographers. They’ve been using her as a model since she was very young. They’ve been using her as a nude model since she was six.”

“What was she doing in the pictures if not having sex?”

“She posed with others, some her age, and some older. There was a lot of touching and kissing going on.”

“Blowjobs?”

“Not until she was a few years older. In the earliest pictures, she might hold a cock, or it might be touching her. But that was as far as it went. Mostly it involved trying to portray her as being playful with other kids or adults.”

“Whoa. Have you seen the pictures?”

“Some of them.”

I glanced at her expectantly, but I could tell she didn’t want to elaborate. So I left that alone for now. But there was another question I had.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“Do the Formons know about Cara Cream?”

“NO!” Mom screamed, shocking me.

I grimaced as she looked at me a little upset. It took her a short time to compose herself again.

“I’m sorry, baby girl” she contritely said. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m still not completely comfortable with you knowing, much less anyone else.”

“But they might have some of your videos for sale, wouldn’t they?”

“I have been looking through their vintage DVD section from time to time, and so far I haven’t seen any. I really think if they saw a cover with me on it that they would just assume it was a coincidence.”

She reached over and grabbed my hand.

“Mel, please, don’t let your curiosity get you searching for things yourself.” She looked at me so pleadingly. “It’s too easy for someone to make a connection with me, you, and my past.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re starting to look so much like I did at your age. You’re still some years younger, but if you found a DVD cover, or were watching a video with Cara Cream ...”

“…then someone might notice that you look like Cara that ordinarily wouldn’t if I wasn’t around as a reminder of what you looked like back then,” I finished saying for her. “Mom, I promise to leave it alone. I swear.”

She seemed to relax. “I would really appreciate that, Mel.” She took a deep breath. “Doris and I have avoided mentioning to anyone about ever even having been in California when we were college-age. After last night you should understand why we don’t want more people to know about our past.”

“I do, Mom, but if I wanted to be a porn actress during the summers with Doris’ uncle, if he is still doing them then, would you go to California with me and look out for me?”

“With all that you know about it from me and Doris, do you think it’s such a good idea to do porn? Look at how it still haunts me.”

“But you don’t really regret doing it, do you?”

She chuckled. “You know me too well. That’s scary enough of a thought!”

“So? Would you go with me?”

“You know I would, hypothetically speaking. It’s not likely to happen, though, because you would first have to break out of the dungeon I’d lock you away in.”

“You wouldn’t really lock ...” I said, pausing as she glared over at me. Shit, she was serious. “Never mind,” I finished saying.

Mom chuckled. “I would go if I couldn’t convince you not to go.”

“Cool. I just don’t know if my acting is good enough.”

“Why would you think that?” Mom blushed. “From what I’ve seen, you’re a natural.”

She knew that I was aware now that the adults had secretly filmed me having sex with her friends and mine.

“I have starred in so many videos, but I’ve only seen the ones of my wedding at the campground and of Peter’s birthday party.”

“You’ve got the disc from Maggie. Most of your other videos are on there.”

“Can I watch it later?”

“We’ll see. I was sorta thinking about watching the video of Jennifer’s visit Monday night. I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet either.”

“Can I watch it with you?” I said hopefully.

“I don’t see why not.”

We were finally almost home. I clutched my bag of toys to my chest and grinned. Mom snickered at me. I smiled back sweetly at her though. This had been the best morning ever. I had never expected Mom to open up like she had. I had learned so much, and I didn’t really have to push Mom to tell me the things she did. I had a neat gift for Peter. He was gonna be very pleased with his girlfriend for that. I got fucked in a video booth. I was a very happy girl for once.

Oh, yeah. I had an Adonis, too. Jennifer was gonna be so jealous, but she probably would say it looked too much like a penis thingie anyway. Lesbians can be so picky like that, at least the one I knew.

(continued in chapter 47)