This is just a short little story. It has been a long time since I posted on here so I thought I'd get back into it with something light. Not sure about doing any more in this series, maybe if this is received well enough. I know there is definitely story for more and I even rewrote the ending to be more open. If you like this well enough, let me know and I'll do more. However, I do have a few others projects I'm working on, some new stuff and some other chapters for what I already have written. Hope you enjoy! It's fairly short, quick, and to the point!
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I have a buddy, well, my best friend, Pat, who has a cousin, Katie, who is a stripper. She's our age, we went to the same schools, had several classes with her. She's a smart girl, went to college, never had family problems, and never had money issues. But she went to an amateur night once and she fell in love with the thrill of guys watching her. And she fell in love in the money. And the guys loved her. Needless to say, she's also ridiculously hot and she's also all natural, with awesome great tits. I always had a crush on her growing up. I dated her briefly in high school. However, it was one time when Pat and I were back for a Christmas break in college that we hit up the local strip club and we saw her. That was the first time I saw her naked, as it was for Pat, so he says.
It was interesting to say the least, our visit to the club. As soon as we sat down, she took the stage. We had just grabbed some beers and both nearly spit out our first sips when we actually looked at her. We recognized her immediately, and she us. She seemed happy to see a familiar face. We were more shocked to see a familiar face. After her dance, she came over to us, topless and talked to us like it was nothing. Even gave me and Pat a hug, topless mind you. I went back several times after that. I then asked her out. I then proposed to her. I would find out later, after we became engaged, after she told me her stripping days were over she told about one of the times Pat came to the club and paid for a VIP. She gave him a huge discount for the dance. She told me it gave her a thrill to dance for her cousin.
All she planned on doing was dancing. He stuck his finger in her pussy a few times during her performance which she said at first was weird, but she let him and it sort of sent a strange tingle through her body. After the dance they hugged and she put her panties back on. When she bent to pick up her top, he stuck a tip in her panties. She thanked him and pulled it out to put it with the rest of her cash when she noticed it was a thick stack of hundreds and twenties. It was a thousand dollars thick, to be exact. She was confused. Why had her cousin, which was odd enough to come watch her, even more weird to pay for a private dance in a booth (which I said earlier excited her), but now paid money that normally indicated a sexual favor. She thought he wanted sex. At first she wondered if she could do that, he was family after all. It started to excite her as he pulled his pants down, the idea of doing something taboo, even more taboo than being naked in front of him. She was actually coming around to the idea of being paid to have sex with her good looking cousin, maybe she would even discount this, she thought.
However, Pat did not want sex from his gorgeous blue eyed blonde haired cousin Katie, instead, he wanted a blow job. Which she gave. And she swallowed. And then at a family barbecue several months later, did the same deed, free of charge. In a bathroom I'm told though, not like in the middle of the backyard with family around, because THAT would be weird. And then, right before I had asked her out, but after I had sex with her once, she slept with him. But that made her too uncomfortable. She didn't regret it, she told me she was excited to have tried it and she got a thrill, but she would never do it again, never do it with any other family members, she was done. Shortly after we got serious, she retired from stripping, and I proposed to her.
Katie was honest with me, so I felt I needed to return to favor, especially when she asked why I wasn't freaked out by any of her story.
"You seem way too calm for all of this. Look at you, you're smiling," said Katie.
"I mean, it was an interesting story. I had a feeling you and Pat did stuff together. It didn't really bother me. I had an idea about you two since the first time we saw you at the club. I wondered if he hadn't already known, or even seen you there before because he seemed awfully pushy that night and insisted we go. To be honest, I've known you two for a long time, since I was like three, and I kind of always thought you guys were more than just cousins."
Katie flashed her pearly white teeth at me as she smiled and sighed in relief, "well I'm relieved you understand, I guess, even though I did have sex with a relative, incest for Christ sake. But I'm happy you are being so understanding. I figured you would, after all you knew what I did in addition to the stripping, you were ok with how I made the extra income from the club, but I couldn't be certain."
"Well, yeah, I'm sort of cool with it because of your past, but I have another reason. Since you were honest with me, I'll be honest with you," I took a deep breath, "my mom is a porn star," for the first time ever I told another person. I'm sure others in my family or my friends either had suspicions, or figured it out themselves, after all, the Internet is just a click away and porn is just so easy to come by; all types, fetishes, fantasies, just a click away. That's how I found her, the Internet.
"She is? How did you find out?" Katie asked smiling, with a twinkle of interest in her eye, the same twinkle I saw when she reflected on her dirty deeds with her cousin.
"Well," I took another deep breath, "I was searching porn one day back in college. On this one video site I was rolling over videos, checking out their thumbnails, when I noticed this one, a MILF going down on a young dude and swallowing. MILFs aren't my style, but swallowing, as you know babe, definitely is. I got about a minute in before I realized that slut underneath the done up hair and ton of makeup was my mom. I was still skeptical but I continued to watch. She said something to the camera, and how she said reminded me of how she talked to me, but she was trying to be a porn star, so it was kind of nasty what she said. Now, I'm not talking amateur video, by the way, I'm telling you she's a full-fledged, paid adult actress. So she was acting real slutty. Bu then the camera pulled back and I noticed a small freckle on her left nostril, and I was almost entirely convinced then. I watched her finish up, swallow the load, and then I finished."
"You came to a video of your mother? Wow, that's kind of kinky," Katie smirked, giving me a quick wink.
"There's more. I wasn't entirely sure if it was her or not, so when I went home the next weekend I studied the porn video. I watched it easily a hundred times. Six minutes of just who I thought quite possibly was my mother sucking away at some young studs cock and swallowing his cream like it's her job, which I guess it was. But my point is I came numerous times to it as I studied everything about her. The freckle was one thing, but I needed at least two more features to be sure, even though I was pretty certain already. In the video, the women has an extra piercing I notice in her left ear, and though her hair is a natural light brown with some blonde highlights, I noticed on her left side she had a group of hairs that were dyed dark. Her left side is her naughty side," I chuckled to myself.
"So, was it her?" inquired Katie.
"Yes. I watched her cook dinner one night, I was just looking at a magazine at the kitchen table while she cooked, but I would glance and look at her when I could. I studied her now, looking for my clues. She bent to taste a sauce and pulled her pair back over her left ear and I saw her dark tuft of hair. Good as gold I thought, but I wanted to be one hundred percent. So at dinner, I sat to her left and during conversation she once again pulled her hair back, I didn't see the dark hair again, but that didn't matter, I saw the piercing hole. No little stud or earring like in the movie, but the piercing was there, I had my proof."
"So was that it? You only found the one video?" asked Katie.
"No, I kind of left that part out. I found about a dozen movies at that time. Most were just blowjobs, but some were of her doing vaginal, one anal, a couple were creampies, including a double penetration scene."
"She likes blowjobs too, eh? Like mother like son," joked Katie.
"I know right?" I agreed, sharing a laugh with the love of my life over a very strange topic, "So that weekend I had this strange panic attack. It was like staying in a hotel and knowing just down the hall was a celebrity, that you two shared a wall, and rode in an elevator together, but you couldn't do anything or say anything about it, you wanted to give them their privacy, if that analogy makes any sense. I mean, I knew her as my mother, of course, but now I knew her intimately as this porn star, I had seen every inch of her, jerked off to her, saw her being fucked, I fantasized about her, and I know I had become sort of start struck by her. I had to see more of her."
"So you what, peeked on her showering, peeped while she changed, what?"
"Not quite," I replied, "I went looking for her stash."
"Stash?" Katie asked, not quite sure what stash I was referring to.
"Her stash, her porn stash. Her library of all her work," I saw the light bulb come on in Katie's mind then and she nodded, indicating for me to continue. "And I found it. She left to do some shopping for some stuff I needed before I headed back to college the next day but I stayed home to 'pack'. I searched on her computer, but nothing. Then I thought she probably has hard copies. So I went into her closet, and sure enough, lined up on a wall was a huge built in shoe rack. Only about half of it was actual shoes, the rest all her videos. She didn't hide them or keep them secret. I mean, from me and my brother and sister sure, because we never went in there, but she shared her large walk in closet with my father, so he had to have known. And there were hundreds of DVD cases and some old VHS tapes. Some were actual releases with fancy boxes and cheesy titles and movie jackets, some were just stuck in cheap paper sleeves. I quickly ran to my room, grabbed my laptop, ran back to her closet and copied a few of her disks to my computer. I grabbed mostly the shitty disks with handwriting on them, curious as to what was on those more than the ones I could easily find online, some of which I already had.
"A few days later, back at school, I finally had some time to go through my finds. Some were homemade with her and my father. Some dated back to around the time I was born; my dad must have converted old home movies to DVDs. They were all hot, and I came to them numerous times. However, at this time I also made a horrific discovery. I had left one of her disks in my DVD drive on my computer. Weeks passed before it was time to go home again and I dreaded it. Sure enough, one afternoon, I'm all alone in the house, I sneak back into her closet to put it away and inside the DVD sleeve is a little note that said, 'Chris, when I see this DVD has been returned, we are going to have to talk. Eleven at night I'll speak with you in your room. Mom'."
"So, what did you do?" asked Katie, pawing at her pant in anticipation.
"Well, I had been caught. Busted. So I returned the video and waited until night. I wondered when she would check. Turns out every day I had been home because that night, I got a knock at my door."
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