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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 46


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 piques 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?"

"Yes, he met them a few years ago."

"Has Sarah met them?"

"No, at least not that I'm aware of."

"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)

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