My name is James Rock and I fuck Mothers and Daughters for a living.
Perhaps I should explain. My official job isn't Mother-Daughter Fucker, but actor, though truth be told the acting I do isn't going to win me an Oscar. And James Rock is my stage name; my real name is a lot more boring and not the type of thing people wanting a quick jerk-off would be impressed with. Rock has a more... more hardcore sound. James... well James is a normal name – kinda like an average Joe; makes people think that it could be them fucking this cute teen and her busty mom.
I'm the owner and main star of the 'Fuck me and my Mom' series. You may have heard of us? Yeah, we do DVDs, but we're mainly on the web. Fifteen years ago, when I started in this business – hell, it paid the College Fees – you put anything up on the Internet and someone would pay. But now its all niche – preggo sex, midgets, black guy and white girl (and vice versa), lesbian anal, babysitters sucking pensioners – fuck you name it the internet's got it. You need to specialise to keep up – you spread your net too wide you don't get a fish. So I specialise, running a few different sites, 'Gagging Teens', 'Preggo Ass Fucking' as well as tag teaming teens and matures; it pays the rent and then some.
But even in your niche you need to stand out from the competition. Plenty of my competitors get a mature model with younger one with the same hair colouring and pretend they're a mom and daughter. Me – well, I confess I did it with some of my early shoots, but now its only real mommies and their devoted daughters. It started as a gimmick on the site – write to Jamie Rocks if you're a mother/daughter combo wanting to get fucked.
It was a surprise when women started to write in; there was a vast untapped market out there and I took it. Lots of different reasons – Mom just divorced and daughter looking to get her back in the saddle; Mom's wanting to make sure their daughter's first fuck was in a safe environment; both sides wanting to bond as daughter stood on the cusp of adulthood. And, sometimes, just for fun.
Which brings me to the Gilmore Girls...
I was sitting in the car with Brandi, she's my camera operator – one of the best in the business, pretending we're driving over to the Gilmores. I say pretending as in reality we'd been there at seven in the morning; Brandi setting up the lights and equipment, me going over the contracts and Suze, that's my make-up girl, just hanging round until me and Brandi were out of her hair and she could get to work on the Gilmores. But anyway Brandi lifts up the camera and I count her down; "Three, two, one."
"So," goes Brandi, "who we visiting today?"
I grinned, flashing my pearly white teeth at the camera, "Pair of hot sluts – Lorelai and Rory Gilmore;" I reached over and fiddled around in the dashboard compartment for the letter; we've timed it so I stop at a junction as I read it. It didn't matter I'd already committed it too heart, "Dear James... hell I love polite openings... my name is Lorelai Gilmore; I'm a single Mom with a eighteen year old daughter, Rory. Here's our picture..."
Once I edit the film I'll add the photo. It's a damn good one – sometimes I get Brandi to do a couple when we're on set as the ones sent in are poor quality holiday snaps – but this, this was almost professional. A busty Milf was sitting on the edge of a bubble bath, her legs agape and dangling in the water. Between them sat this delectable teen, bath foam running up her body, but not enough to conceal a pair of pert titties. Her arms were draped over her Mom's thighs, whilst her Mom's hands massaging her shoulders. But it was the wanton smiles and wicked eyes that had persuaded me I wanted to fuck them.
"Nice..." I continued with the letter, "We're extremely close; shopping, vacations, night-clubs – you name it we do it together. However, one thing we want to do but haven't is to have sex with the same guy. We live in a place called Stars Hollow, but with the lack of action it should be called Sleepy Hollow. Please do come and make our dream a reality."
I folded the letter and slid it into my top pocket, just in time for the lights to change.
"Great looking pair," said Brandi, "and the Rory's tits aren't bad either. Bet she'll be tight."
"Hell yeah, all her holes are gonna be tight," I confirmed.
There was a whoop from Brandi; faked, as I'd already gone over the positions with her and the Gilmores, "You going to bang dat ass."
"Damn right – I'm gonna to gape that little asshole and then I'm gonna fuck her Mom's until you could stuff a grapefruit up it," I boasted.
"They're pretty attractive as well – but you know what I say..." she paused for added dramatic effect, "no gal is so pretty she can't be improved by a cum bath."
I laughed, even though, or perhaps because, I'd written that into our script, "Them sluts – they're going to be facialized. Damn I love my job..."
"Turn left," instructed Brandi. I like Brandi a lot, but she does have a phobia that somehow I'll miss a turning and we'll end up lost in the Nevada Desert. I pulled into the drive of a nice Middle America home, white picket fences and well kept lawn.
Suze was standing at the door, "Everything ready," I called from the car.
Suze nodded, "We're all set up."
"'Kay... Brandi you want to follow me as I knock on the door. Suze, I think Lorelai should open it as she was the one who wrote. Keep Rory in the lounge, sitting on the sofa."
I got out of the car and headed towards the front door as Brandi got the camera rolling again, time for an ad-lib, "Them fences aren't the only things that are going to be painted white by the time I finish."
I rang the doorbell. It opened before the first chimes had died away, "Hi James," squeaked Lorelai, hardly able to contain her excitement.
"You must be Lorelai," I leant forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before standing back, both to admire the view myself and give Brandi time for a close up. Suze had done her work well. Lorelai's mouth was endowed with bright red lipstick – cocksucking shade as my wife calls it. She was dressed in a pair of hotpants that were a size to small, with a T-shirt, which was so low cut that sudden movement would have caused a nipple slip. I moved forward again and looked down at her titties, "Those real?"
"Why don't you touch them and see," Lorelai licked her lips seductively as I reached forward and grabbed her tits.
"Fuck Lorelai – they're natural; damn firm as well. I bet Rory was bottle-fed, and speaking of Rory let's go in so you can introduce me..."
Brandi moved the camera down so it focussed on Lorelai's swinging ass as she led us into the main room. If Rory's tits didn't have her Mom's plumpness they were still a pretty fine pair, jutting out against a very thin and very tight black pullover, so stretched that you could have hung your keys on the pointed nipples. Her short skirt just about covered the cracks of her thighs, but left uncovered a pair of sexy smooth legs.
"Hi... this is my daughter Rory," Lorelai introduced us.
As I instructed her earlier Rory gave a shy look up as her Mom sat down beside her, "Hello Mr Rock."
