A Model Mother Pt 11

Shannon saw her mother watching, speechless, as her husband continued to ejaculate. Even in this totally inappropriate situation, Emily couldn't bear to see Oliver's sperm go to waste and she clamped her lips back around his still pumping cock.

There was nothing Oliver could do or say to make this look any different to what it was. Emily was naked, legs splayed apart, the sheen of sperm covering every inch of her body. Her magnificent firm breasts, the envy of any woman, hung free. Her shaven, well-fucked pussy was pink and swollen, gaping open and leaking fluid.

Michelle just stood there, dumbfounded. Emily felt a little rush of satisfaction. Michelle had spoken to neither her nor Shannon since the wedding.

Part of her felt pleased to see the woman who had spoken of Emily so disparagingly and dismissively getting such a reality check. Michelle's husband, who Michelle likely hadn't given a second thought to, sexually, in decades, had joined a whole group of men paying tribute to Emily in the basest manner possible.

Shannon had been quite upset at how her mother was able to completely shut her out like that. So, part of her got a little satisfaction too. But her stomach was churning. She pulled her knickers up, Stephen's semen trickling down her thighs. She made to go after her mother, who had stormed out without a word.

"What are you doing?" Stephen cried, grabbing her arm. "Do you want her to know you were here? Do you think that will help?"

Shannon stopped to think. Stephen was right. They were hidden away in the projection room where they had a birds-eye view of the show Emily had just put on for half the men in town. If she was going to go after her mother, she'd not only have to explain her presence to her, she'd also have to reveal herself to Emily and her dad too. That would be an awkward conversation.

"Oops," Emily said playfully. Oliver didn't know what to do, or even what to think. His cock was hanging limply, a drip of cum hanging from the tip. Emily saw this and couldn't resist wiping it onto the tip of her finger and sucking it clean.

The table was swimming in sperm. Despite everything, she couldn't waste this. The camera guys were still on hand, and Oliver watched in in sheer amazement as Emily played in the pool of cum for them.

She lay on the table face down, rising up on her elbows as the cameras captured the semen running down her breasts and dripping off her nipples in long glistening threads. She undid her ponytail and pulled her hair loose, using it to soak up sperm like a sponge. The result was truly disgusting, her hair completely sodden and matted, sticking to her face and shoulders. She was a mess, but a beautiful one.

Despite everything that had happened, Oliver felt a stirring in his pants again. This was doubled when one of the guys who'd looked to be headed home approached, cock hard again at the sight of Emily.

He was one of the guys who had clearance to fuck her, and she opened her legs immediately to allow him access again. Now the crowd had thinned this was a much better setup for the cameramen, and they gathered around again, recording Emily's cum-saturated body being violated once more in graphic detail.

Even though it was his second time, the guy didn't last too long. The sight of Emily writhing around in all that semen was too much. He shot his cum deep up inside her. This set her off as it was the first time she'd felt sperm being deposited inside her for many years.

"Oh fuck! That's so nice, feeling it filling me up. Thank you so much!" she cooed to the guy. As a little reward she sucked his cock clean, and as a reward for her a different guy stepped up and shot another load into the side of her face.

Finally, there was no more. The shoot, which was scheduled to finish at ten, had continued until nearly midnight. The caretaker was eager for everyone to leave, and not hugely pleased with the mess which was liberally splattered over his hall. But this was the price for the superb blowjob he'd received, and he thought it a fair one.

"Still here? Emily said, noticing Oliver standing there. As she usually did after a shoot, she'd just pulled her coat over her naked sperm covered body. She loved the walk home with the shameful knowledge that evidence of everything she'd done was smeared all over her. Oliver was looking a bit sheepish.

"Yeah, I... honestly, I don't really like the thought of going home, for some reason."

"Shit, yes, I bet!" Emily replied. "I'm sorry, I was so caught up in everything, it didn't really cross my mind what all that meant for you. And for Shannon too, I guess."

"I'll see about a hotel for tonight, I think. Then face the music tomorrow, I suppose. I think this is likely the end of my marriage."

"Oh shit! Oliver! Do you really think so? But why?"

"Why? Well, I think my public infidelity is plenty for Michelle to call things off."

"Oh god! That's so stupid, isn't it? I mean, how long have you been married?"

"Twenty-one years," Oliver replied.

"And she'll throw away twenty-one years of marriage just because of one little blowjob? You didn't even fuck me! Christ, I can't imagine issuing orders to my husband, forcing him to keep his hands off other women. It's not natural, is it?"

Oliver looked at Emily with growing affection. Sex to her was as natural as breathing. There was no pretence. Just as she found offering her body to all the men in town totally normal, she couldn't think for a moment why Oliver being sucked off by someone other than his wife should be viewed as out of the ordinary in any way.

"If you'd asked me a few years ago, I'd probably have been on Michelle's side in that argument," Oliver mused. "But meeting you, well, you've certainly opened my eyes -- and my mind. Being around you, it's such a breath of fresh air."

It was true. Oliver was warming to Emily in ways he hadn't known existed. Sure, she was the most physically desirable person he could imagine. But there was more. Emily was looking at him, thoughtfully.

"Well, I feel a bit responsible for this."

Oliver held his tongue, laughing internally that she felt just 'a bit' involved, given she'd been swallowing her husband's semen when Michelle had burst in.

"So, I suppose I should offer you a bed for the night," she continued. Oliver's heart leapt.

"Really? That would be so good of you," he said immediately.

"Yes. Just for tonight, we'll work things out tomorrow. Don't be getting any ideas though!

Oliver started to respond to that, wondering what exactly Emily might possibly object to, given what she'd done tonight. But he couldn't think of anything to say, so shrugged and followed the lovely Emily out of the hall, feeling much better all of a sudden.

Shannon and Stephen quietly came down from their vantage point in the projection room. They'd watched events unfold in silence. They climbed down the steep staircase and slipped through the hall and out of the door just a few minutes after their parents had gone the same way.

Shannon felt the cold air hit her inner thighs, wet with Stephen's cum which still leaked out of her as they walked. She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it affectionately. Looking in the window they saw the caretaker mopping up the pools of semen, removing the evidence of Emily's work that evening.

*******

"Don't you have to go to work?" Emily asked. Oliver looked into those eyes, which had been fixed to his for the past twenty minutes whilst she'd sucked his cock. It was the most incredible way to be hauled from slumber.

"I can call in. I mean, I'm the boss, I can kind of do what I want. The place pretty much runs itself."

This was true. Outside of meetings with important clients or investors, Oliver's presence was optional at the factory. He'd earned that.

"A bit like me then -- your daughter is doing an amazing job. And the shop is raking it in."

They lay around discussing normal things for a while. Both were in a similar position. Even with, he assumed, impending divorce leading to his net worth being split in half, Oliver was comfortable. Emily had two lucrative careers. The shop on its own would be plenty, but her income from pornography had grown to many times that.

A few days later and Oliver was still there. Nothing had been agreed, nor had Oliver's continued presence even been discussed. Emily was enjoying his company. She'd lived alone for so long, she'd forgotten how nice it could be, just having another person around the place. Silly little things like putting the milk bottles out, or the bins.

"Listen, Oliver," she began. He sensed she was going to say something serious and looked up. "I've liked having you here, and I'm happy for you to stay for a while -- in fact I'd really like it. But I need to know, right from the start, that we are on the same page."

"And what page is that?" Oliver was carelessly flicking through one of the innumerable porn magazines Emily liked to leave all over her plush apartment. Emily looked over his shoulder. He was looking at her set in 'Cum Queens'.

"That page, pretty much," she nodded to the pictures of her being fingered by three guys at once, a cock in her mouth and one in each hand. "I mean, what I'm saying is, if you are here, you are going to be fucking me, obviously."

"Obviously," Oliver smiled.

"But I'm also going to be fucking other people, obviously."

"Obviously," he laughed. Emily laughed too, slapping him playfully across his bare chest. She liked his chest; it was broad and strong. She ran her fingers through the little black curls of hair growing out of it.

"I mean, I just want to make sure I'm not going to piss you off, you know? Because I'm not going to change, for you or anyone. I don't know what will happen in future, but right now, I'm having so much fun. I feel like maybe I can share that with you. But I didn't have a great experience when I was married, and the least fun thing I can think of is someone trying to tell me to change -- you know?"

Oliver did know. Emily was a wild horse. He'd somehow managed to harness her, loosely anyway. He could ride her. But he would never tame her. And he didn't want to.

Emily thought of Will and Anne. Their relationship had been built on a platform of most of Will's friends fucking his wife regularly, and they were the happiest couple she knew. If Oliver was really OK with her being herself, as he seemed to be, then maybe this could go somewhere.

It turned out that Oliver, rather than holding her back, was a catalyst for even more fun.

The next week they were sitting together, reviewing the pictures from the gangbang in the community centre.

The whole experience had been incredible, but the pictures had been a bit disappointing, Emily thought. She'd really wanted them to capture just how much she'd enjoyed things, and with so many different men. But capturing a good, hard fuck on camera wasn't easy, it seemed.

A lot of the pictures were blurry due to the movement. And most of the action had been missed due to the crowd of guys around her.

The best part was right at the end, when the crowd had thinned down a bit. There were some amazing pictures, but so much had been missed.

It was Oliver who suggested the solution, and, since he had, she'd been a soaking mess between her legs waiting for today.

Oliver had firstly suggested that, whilst she might enjoy a huge gangbang like that from time to time, the cameras would work better with a smaller number - maybe four or five guys.

But he also made a suggestion which Emily had, strangely enough, never considered. It was quite expensive, but in 1995 it was now perfectly possible to buy a video camera that was of studio quality. Recording to S-VHS tapes, Oliver said he was sure he'd be able to work out how to edit these down onto normal video cassettes.

Emily was about to become a hardcore porn film actress. And she couldn't wait.

*******

Shannon was feeling like she had to do something, but she wasn't sure what. Secretly watching Emily that night had done it for her.

For the past few months there had been a new line of magazines Shannon stocked which weren't on display on the top shelf. They were advertised only by word of mouth, and, unlike the other stock, didn't arrive in Vikesh's van.

Emily was quite secretive about where it all came from, but every so often she'd casually drop in a new pile of magazines which were stored under the counter.

These magazines all featured Shannon's mother-in-law engaged in sex with multiple men. She had a constant reminder of what Emily enjoyed so regularly. And what she couldn't stop dreaming of.

Shannon felt like she had to start following up on her filthy urges, which just got more frequent and more difficult to ignore.

She'd considered talking to Emily, but, despite everything, the fact she was her mother-in-law made her reluctant. No matter how badly Emily had behaved, Shannon couldn't stop wondering how she'd react to her son's wife following a similar path.

Weirdly, Shannon also hadn't mentioned the fact that her and Stephen had secretly watched Emily's show. She didn't really know why. Emily wasn't exactly shy. As time went on, it got more difficult to broach the subject. What was she supposed to say? "Oh by the way, that time you fucked half the town, me and your son sneaked in and watched the whole thing."

Shannon smiled as Anne walked into the shop. She liked Anne. She must be in her sixties now, but Emily had told her all the things she used to get up to with her husband Will and his friends.

Her marriage was a real inspiration to Emily as it proved that a happy relationship and monogamy were not mutually exclusive. This intrigued Shannon too. Will and Anne were as happy as any couple she knew.

Anne had also experienced the pleasure of seeing both Emily and Shannon performing for her husband's camera and was very complimentary about both of their talents.

And Anne was very much involved in Emily's photoshoots, taking the role of make-up artist and being present throughout the delightfully disgusting things Emily got up to.

"Anne," Shannon started, as she made to leave with her newspaper and cigarettes. "Have you got time for a chat?"

"Are you kidding? All I've got is time, darling! What's on your mind?"

Shannon was glad to have Anne to use as a sounding board, and Anne was only too happy to listen.

Shannon spilled everything, of how she'd been feeling since working in the shop, how her relationship with Stephen was very likely to change pretty drastically, very soon.

She confessed about watching Emily's gangbang and how it had made her feel. She even admitted the feelings of guilt she'd been supressing, having watched her own father taking his turn with Emily.

"Well," Anne laughed, when Shannon finally went quiet. "All I can say is I was born forty years too early. Honestly, when I was your age I was a virgin, and having sex outside marriage was a scandal.

"So, what are you looking for? I mean from me? You want me to tell you it's all OK, everything you've done, everything you're feeling?"

"I suppose I am, really," Shannon laughed. "I mean, it's not right, is it? I'm supposed to be making a home with Stephen, starting a family. But all I -- all either of us can think about is..."

Anne smiled knowingly.

"If it's not right nowadays, imagine how I felt. Jesus, for a while I was shared around so many different guys. Will was a right little pervert, But I was worse. Once I realised I had a licence to do what I wanted, that was it. No turning back."

"And you never felt it might cause a problem? I mean between you and Will?"

"Christ no! I mean, another man, sure. But Will and me, we're the same. Everything I did was for me, but just as much for him. He loved it.

"But you still had kids, didn't you? That must have been difficult, keeping everything separate?"

"Not really. We didn't do a lot of that stuff when they were home. Two kids make that impossible. The odd little dirty weekend, that was all. But both ours flew the nest at eighteen, and we made up for lost time once we got our space back. Every week the guys were over -- sometimes more!"

Shannon listened to Anne reminiscing about some of the things she'd done, and the more she spoke, the less worried Shannon became. Anne painted a picture which made everything Shannon dreamed about achievable. There was no reason she shouldn't. But she did still have some concerns she wanted a second opinion on.

"It's a bit weird though, the whole thing. I mean we look at Emily's stuff. Stephen's mother. And we're, you know, excited. And Stephen's guilty because it's his mum. And now I'm watching my dad, you know, wanking over Emily."

"And how did that feel?" Anne looked genuinely curious.

"Honesty, I'd just say 'nice'. I think it's great that dad's found Emily. After mum, she's just what he needs. And Emily is so public in what she does, there's no way I could avoid seeing it."

"He's a good looking one, your dad. Emily is lucky to have him. There aren't many of them around, so easy going too. And he seems like a really nice guy."

"Yeah, he is. It sems weird saying it, but it's like I'm only just now seeing who he really is. Mum really did a number on him. I don't think he was ever happy before, really."

"Well, it sounds like you've not been scarred for life by what you saw," Anne concluded. "It's a different world these days. It's not like he's doing something unnatural or perverted -- he's appreciating a beautiful woman, what's more normal than that?"

"Oh, I know. It's just...I enjoyed it. I couldn't take my eyes off my own dad, so hard and turned on."

"From what you're telling me, I think any man with a hard dick would have the same effect on you," Anne smiled. Shannon giggled. Anne was helping.

"Yeah, maybe," Shannon said thoughtfully.

"And there's certainly no way Stephen could ever avoid what Emily does. Poor lad. Emily is doing things that boys of that age -- of any age -- can only dream about witnessing. But she's his mum.

"You aren't supposed to enjoy watching your mum have sex -- but how could he do anything else? I'm a sixty-three-year-old straight grandmother and I have a hard time keeping my hands off her. A red-blooded man has no chance!"

Shannon laughed. Anne had a way of putting things which made everything seem much less of a problem.

"Anyway," Anne continued. "I know what you are really wanting, which is for me to tell you it's OK to go down the path which you've started to make for yourself -- Emily's path. But just because it was OK for me, and it's OK for Emily, doesn't mean it's OK for you and Stephen. It might be, but that's between you two."

*******

It was three months later. Shannon was beside herself. Vikesh had just dropped off this month's delivery, and Shannon had cut away the plastic around the batch of 30 copies of 'Razzle' magazine.

Emily had introduced Shannon to Alan, the photographer. Stephen was happy with this arrangement, the camera club was too close to home, and they'd both agreed to start things off slowly, and see how it went.

This was it. Shannon's 'big reveal'. Unlike Emily, who had appeared inside the pages of these publications on many occasions before she graced the cover, Shannon's first experience was much more public.

There she was, right on the front. Famous as her mother-in-law now was, the link between the two had been leapt upon by the magazine, and they had taken great pleasure in advertising who this new starlet, in white lingerie, sucking a finger salaciously, was.

'Shannon Stainthorpe's first time! Emily's sexy daughter opens up inside!' screamed the lurid headline.

Shannon remembered Emily telling her how she'd been in two minds when she was in this situation. How, despite wanting it so badly, she'd nearly chickened out more than once, opting against putting herself out there on display.