Author's note: I originally read this story in one of my father's old editions of a porn magazine and the first time I ever jerked off it was to this very piece. For obvious reasons the story stuck with me over the years. I've recreated it as best I can from memory. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
Taking my trusty tape recorder, I decided to embark upon a new and unusual type of article: fucking while interviewing. I had done some interviews before and they had been interesting but sometimes frustrating. Talking with some women--hookers, housewives, secretaries and porno starlets, I had quite often achieved an aching erection during the conversations. Today, I wondered, would it be possible to fuck while "reporting." The interviewees were a mother and daughter hooker team. I had met them in a bar to arrange this interview. Both were attractive. Stella and her daughter Honey live on the ocean in a large cottage with their own private section of beach. Tall sand dunes block the cottage from the view of distant neighbors on either side. This is where I conducted the interview.
Stella, a shapely brunette, wearing a knee-length blue dress that looked almost demure, met me at the door. She mixed drinks and we sat on a redwood porch overlooking the ocean.
I started the tape recorder.
STELLA: Honey is swimming. She swims every morning. She should be in any minute now.
JIM: We can start the interview without her. The first question, of course, is the obvious one. A mother and daughter hooker team is rare. How did you ever get started?
STELLA: It's a long story. I suppose I should make it as short as possible. Right? Well, my husband was a businessman. He made the down payments on this cottage and a house in the city. After his death and the sale of his business, Honey and I decided to live here. We sold the other house but the equity wasn't much. I had to get a job as a secretary to keep up payments. I missed my husband and I needed sex. I had affairs. Then I learned what hookers were making here. Fucking to meet the mortgage payments seemed more sensible than taking dictation, typing and filing letters....
Oh, here comes Honey now.
JIM: Before she gets here, I wanted to ask you... I've heard about your reputation. I contacted you and you agreed to an interview, but this morning, I began to wonder if we could do something different. I mean, instead of an ordinary interview with questions and answers, would you be willing to engage in some sexual activities to accompany the dialogue?
STELLA: (Taking a deep breath and smiling.) That's a fancy way of saying you want to fuck?
JIM: If you and Honey have no objections.
STELLA: I don't care. I suppose it's a compliment. What do you have in mind? A kind of demonstration of what we do when we work as a team?
JIM: That would be a good idea. (We waited in silence as Honey came up the stairs to the porch, said good morning and began drying herself with a large flutty towel. She settled into a chair, crossing her legs. Honey is a small blonde, beautifully shaped.)
STELLA: To finish the story of how we started... Honey began making it with the college boys who come to the public beach nearby each summer. I'm in my thirties but most men say I look as if I'm only twenty. Honey is eighteen... Don't use the real name of the resort town when you print the article. I'm afraid the Chamber of Commerce or someone might sue me. Maybe we can call it Seaview. Anyway, Honey and I were walking down the boardwalk, shopping for a birthday gift for a relative. Very straight, right? Two young college types approached us.
One was a boy Honey had fucked before. They thought we were friends, not mother and daughter. They invited us up to their room for drinks. Of course, Honey and I knew they wanted to fuck. I felt horny. The boy I would get was tall, muscular, well-built, I knew he must have a good, thick, strong cock and I could imagine how it would feel in my cunt. I winked at Honey and she introduced me as her friend, Stella. We went up to the boys' room in a hotel on the boardwalk. We had a few drinks, talked, started playing. One boy fucked me and the other fucked Honey.
JIM: In the same room?
HONEY: No. I fucked in the bathroom and Mom fucked in the bedroom. At that time I felt self-conscious about fucking in front of Mom.
STELLA: The boys asked our phone number. We gave it to them. We met the next night. They wanted to fuck us on the bed side-by-side. They thought it would be a real turn-on. So, we did.
JIM: How did you feel, Honey?
HONEY: It was a weird feeling, at first, watching Paul fuck my mother. But I could see Mom was enjoying it and Larry was fucking me. It was a big turn-on for everybody. I saw Mom watching Larry's cock sliding in and out of my cunt and I had some wild orgasms. Mom is bigger and stronger than me... I had never seen her have an orgasm before. It fascinated me how she drew her feet up and actually raised Paul off the bed during her orgasm.
JIM: What were your feelings, Stella?
STELLA: I was impressed by Honey's hip movements and her whole performance. I had trained her that sex wasn't anything to be ashamed of. It's a wholesome function of the human body and I was proud of her the way some mothers would be while watching their daughters win a tennis match.
JIM: So... that's how you broke the ice as far as having sexual experiences together. But how did you get started as a mother and daughter hooker team?
STELLA: Honey knew I was hustling to meet the mortgage payments. Usually I met men at their hotel or motel rooms... occasionally at their homes if they lived near here. Sometimes I screwed in cars... and once... (Raising a finger and laughing) sitting on a garbage can in an alley. But I usually stayed away from the cottage. One night I did bring a client here. We fucked. Then he wanted to be sucked off. Well, he'd already had one climax and his second was damned slow coming. He didn't want me to use my hand to speed it up. I thought Honey was on a date somewhere. She wasn't. Honey, do you want to tell the rest of it?
HONEY: I had stayed home that night, in my room, reading a book. I heard the man and Mom. I peeked through the bedroom doorway into the living room. I saw them fuck. Then I saw Mom try to suck him off. It seemed to take forever. I felt sorry because Mom had to work so hard. So I went into the room dressed in a shorty see-through nightie. I pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, can I join you?" Mom said, "This is my daughter, Honey," I said, "Hi." Then I went down on the man's cock. He said, "Is this really your daughter?" Mom said, "Yes." I sucked his cock... I'd hardly gotten started, only a couple of minutes and he was spurting cum into my mouth. I began to think the mother-daughter thing might be a real turn-on. The man asked me to take off my nightie. I did. He played with my tits and got hard again. He wanted to fuck me. I said, "Is it all right, Mom?" Mom went through a big act about my being so young, although not a virgin, and asked for more money. The man paid it, fucked me on the living room floor and, again, came in only a few minutes. So then, I knew the mother-daughter angle was a big turn-on. We began working as a team.
STELLA: Honey, while you were still swimming, Mr. Davis asked if we could demonstrate some of our methods.
HONEY: (Smiling) Really? Well, one thing we do is this... (Honey rose and slipped out of her swimsuit. At the sight of her round naked tits and cute blonde pussy, my erection grew immensely. She knelt before my chair and unzipped my fly, withdrawing my hard cock, kissing and licking the knob.) This turns a lot of guys on, my doing this in front of my mother. It gets them so hot they're dying to fuck. But I say, "Let's go to the bedroom where we can be comfortable."
She rose and I rose from the chair. She held onto my cock.
STELLA: You forgot your tape recorder.
JIM: Will you bring it?
I had one hand on Honey's tail, the other busy playing with her tits. In the bedroom I promptly slid a finger in her juicy cunt, exploring.
Stella placed the tape recorder on the bureau and started to undress. I tried to pull Honey to the bed but she resisted.
