Chapter 9

I walked down the carpeted hall to the end where the large oak door was just barely open. In ordinary black letters it read “Juliette Anderson, Executive Director”. I was about to knock when Juliette’s voice called from inside.

“Come in Chris and have a seat. I’ll be off the phone in a sec.”

I went into the outer room of the suit. There was a black leather and stainless couch and matching chair and a very expensive crystal coffee table which looked like a block of ice. There were some books and magazines on it in English and something like German but weirder looking. Maybe Danish. Across from the sofa and chair and canted at an angle was a huge 50” wide screen TV. There was another oak door that led to her desk area but I didn’t want to disturb her if she was in conference. It was very quiet away from the chaos of the set.

“Like my pet?” Juliette cooed as she stepped through her office door. She was wrapped in a fur coat which was a little strange for Mexican summer but could explain why the air conditioning was on so high on the second floor.

“It’s ermine. I’d never actually kill the poor little things to make a coat but these were already dead so, what the fuck. It’s not just any ermine coat, it has a special little secret. Can you guess the secret, Chris?”

“Well, for starters, I would guess that you’re totally nude underneath it. Is that a fair bet?”

“Very good, my dear Holmes. But that’s not the special part my sweet, or the fact that it set me back about seventy-five thousand dollars, either. No, the really nice part about this coat is that it’s double- sided, there’s ermine on the outside and there’s all this soft, cuddly ermine on the inside as well. You can’t imagine how it just tickles a girl’s ... everything to wrap her nude body in seventy-five thousand dollars worth of the softest fur on the planet.

Now take off those fucking clothes before I have to spank you for being such a bad boy. Imagine making your girlfriend’s mom do all that nasty stuff and then ... my goodness ... actually fucking her in front of her own daughter. Just shameful.”

I peeled off my jeans last and stood for a moment as her eyes drank me in from head to toe. Her lips parted involuntarily as she glided up next to me, pulled open her ermine coat and pressed her very warm nude body up against me. She draped the oversized coat over my shoulders so that the furry insides were swishing over my buttocks and we locked our mouths in the most primitive and carnal of French kisses.

Her breasts were stretched and a bit lower, but as my hands brushed over them they had the supple texture and fleshy voluptuousness of a younger woman’s. My hands roved over her ass cheeks behind, lifting them and caressing them in circles. Her skin wrinkled with pressure unlike Alicia’s elastic melons or even Samantha’s mottled cheeks but ... it still ... felt like a woman, nothing like the muscled sinews of a man’s ass. She was also a great kisser, able to hold her breath longer than a woman half her age.

There was still one test of Mother Nature’s bounty to women that I had to make. I brought my hand around her belly, slowly easing down over her ticklish pubic triangle. It was sparser and lighter than the natural blond bush of her youth that I had admired so much in the mirror scene. My finger slid along the insides of her pussy lips and she shivered and pressed up against me a bit more in rising passion. She was outrageously wet, eighteen-year-old-girl-on-her-first-date- with-the-high-school-quarterback wet. Her eyes opened and looked at me knowing that she had passed the test.

“If you know how to live your dreams as a woman ... you never lose it.”

She kissed me again before adding, “Of course, I also recommend a balanced diet, regular exercise, and very expensive hormone therapy. Along with a shot of strawberry lube.”

I tasted my finger and ... strawberry. Ok, so maybe you can’t totally fool Mother Nature. But it wasn’t all strawberry. There was another scent there that I tried to place. It was a woman’s scent for sure but more complex. It smelled like sandalwood incense fanned through an old, musty movie theater. Like pine oil cleaner in a murky men’s restroom. Like thousands of old men staring up at a beautiful woman on screen, exposing her genitals and her soul for them while they jerked off into a tissue in worship. It smelled like a legend.

“I want to put on a video while we ... warm up.”

No fucking way. I was about to fuck a legend and she thinks I need to watch a porno flick to get in the mood. Talk about killing the moment.

“Juliette, I really don’t want or need to watch a stupid...”

“Shh. Humor me. It’s an oldie but you might get a kick out of it.”

She clicked on the wide screen and started the VCR. It was a flick I had never found in dad’s stash called “Candy Stripers”. The premise was there were these young nubile little hospital helpers called Candy Stripers that wore semi-nurses uniforms with peppermint strip aprons and helped the nurses.

Apparently the nurses and doctors and patients were also supposed to help themselves to the candy stripers as well. It was 35mm film on video which was another problem. I preferred the hard reality of video to the dream quality of film. Just my own bias I guess. The titles ran but Juliette was now performing oral sex on my erection and my reading ability was impaired.

This tape had also been edited because all of a sudden we were at some middle scene. One of the nubile nurses was supposed to send a candy striper to look in on one of the female patients who needed some “therapy”. The female patient, a thinnish looking dark haired girl in a long black chiffon nightie pulled above her waist, was masturbating with a very ripe banana and clearly enjoying it. This was when the candy striper came in and “surprised” her.

Juliette had taken a breather at this point. As the girl came in she was facing away from the camera and then turned for her first frontal shot. There are moments in everyone’s life that transform them, chaotically. That was then and this is now. This was one of those moments. The girl in the scene was unmistakable my own mother.

As she was 22 years ago, of course. She had straight, long blond hair with short bangs, not the cascading darker blond shoulder length perm she has now. She wasn’t wearing her glasses either. But it was Mom. Beautiful, voluptuous, and utterly sensual in the short, crisp white uniform, with white stockings and shoes, and subtle but sexy eye and lip makeup that I’d never seen her wear in the 20 years I’d been her son. The connection was hard to make both in my brain and in my penis. This was Mom, do-your-homework-bringing-me-soup- when-I’m-sick-listen- to-cry-when-Dad-left, Mom.

She moved to the side of the other girl’s hospital bed and watched her masturbating with the banana for a moment. Then she began to kiss her while her hand went down and massaged the girl’s vagina.

It was not acting beyond a certain point. You can’t pay women enough to “act” what they do on camera in hard core porn. It was real. It was Mom becoming genuinely aroused with another woman in front of a roomful of camera people and sound technicians.

Juliette had removed her coat and mounted my rigid penis taking her own pleasure and watching mine at the same time. She was open and wet and I glided easily up into the vagina that had held Leslie, and Holmes, and Gillis. I was in the Pussy Hall of Fame.

Mom ... Karen ... lifted her uniform over her head and slid off the white stockings on her legs, unveiling her nude young body for all to see. Her breasts were firm and rode high on her chest with smallish but visibly erect nipples. She had wonderful, wide thighs and hips, not heavy but voluptuous like a Gauguin woman. Her bush was trimmed in a narrow strip of light blond curls. She was determined and confident and totally aroused, as I’d seen Alicia get when her hormones kicked in during the double penetration shot.

She and the other girl now moved into 69 position and began eating each other in the bed. The camera shot was over the head of the dark haired girl looking up at Mom’s gaping pink vagina as she was spread open. Her inner membranes were wet as her clit was vigorously sucked by the girl below her. She was licking and sucking the other girls vagina from above.

The sound was not synched well until my mom exploded with a very real, very vocal, orgasm. It was her voice, that slightly hoarse, lisping voice that I knew from my earliest moments of life. It even had the faint echoes of her accent from her humble roots in Georgia that she tried so hard all her life to cover out of shame. It only crept back in when she was out of control ... either real mad ... or about to have an orgasm on film. She was actually coming with a Southern accent.

Juliette made one final thrust with her hips just as the sound of my Mom’s orgasm began and ... I came inside her ... aching, thrusting, panicked, scared, horny, confused, drained. I came with the sound of my own mother’s orgasm in my ears and I knew I had crossed the line.

My orgasm didn’t even dent my penis, as Juliette no doubt expected from her twenty year old lover. She resumed as my mom was fingering the other girl, first two, then three, and finally inserting her entire hand in her well lubricated vagina. With her hand inside, my mom began stroking the writhing woman as lust overcame all sense of modesty. It looked almost surreal to see my mom’s arm terminated at the wrist inside the body of another woman as if it had been amputated. The woman came on cue with sweat visible on her face and chest from the exertion and pleasure.

Then the tape made another jump to the finale shot which looked like it would be the classic group sex curtain call. One pair caught my immediate attention and stiffened my cock inside Juliette, poking her cervix and causing her to wince. Laying on her back on a hospital gurney cart with her uniform skirt up over her waist was my mom. She was in white stockings and a garter belt but no panties and her pussy was open and inviting with her thighs drawn up in expectation of imminent penetration. And who should it be that was imminently going to penetrate her but ... Uncle Jerry ... with a really nice, well-veined, no-flex-about-it hard-on that told me he was really going to enjoy this.

They both enjoyed it. From the first moment of slow penetration, to the sounds of murmured cries and grunts and moans, to the frenzied, almost violent thrusting as their climax approached, there was no doubt that these people, at this moment, forever frozen in time, were in the throes of real sexual pleasure, so ubiquitous, yet so prized for its pure joy.

They were looking right into each other’s eyes as my mom came first and then Uncle Jerry, shooting his come onto her belly and garter belt and falling against her heaving chest where they exchanged satisfied kisses.

Juliette came for about the third time as she extracted her pleasure from my iron penis inside her. I finally came as well, arching up into her and trying to pierce her navel from the backside as I convulsed in a second gut wrenching orgasm.

“So that’s how you knew my mom. She was in porn ... with Uncle Jerry. Did you ever work with her?”

“No, darling. She was just another young girl in a sea of young girls that got into porn in the early days. It was the age of free love and birth control pills and some of the girls just got a little wild. I just admired her honesty. She was hot wasn’t she, Chris?”

“I’d say the half cup of semen in your pussy would confirm that opinion. Juliette, how can I ever go home or look at her again ... my mom ... and see her ... as ... a sexual woman, with this secret life that she hid from me so long?”

“Jerry gave me the tape when we set up Alicia’s contract. I wouldn’t have remembered her without it. It was ... a gift ... the whole thing with staying at your aunt’s was part of her ... plan. Your mom, Karen wanted to tell you everything herself but couldn’t risk it until she was sure you’d understand ... how she could have been like that ... and is ... like that. You had to experience the freedom and joy of it. Talk to her. She wants you to call her.”

“Not tonight”, I said slipping on my jeans and staggered through the large oak door. The fucking tornado wasn’t about to let me off.

I found my way to the Club on the other side of the studio. The music was typical dance crap but the pounding four beat was about all my brain cells could handle at this point. I picked up a Piña Colada, double rum this time, and looked for Alicia and friends. I found Alicia sitting alone at a small table with three other chairs. Samantha was no where to be found.

“Well, how was the big, famous director? I never heard of her before yesterday but everybody around here thinks she’s some kind of ... god or something.”

“Ever have a day when you feel like you’re living in a Greek tragedy.”

“What’s a Greek tragedy.”

“A play, a story like. Did you ever read Oedipus Rex?” I was being a bit condescending with Alicia. Very passive-aggressive.

“Well, actually this year we’re reading Gulliver’s Travels. It’s kind of rad. Little munchkins and stuff. Is Oedipus wrecks in Senior year?”

“I don’t think so Alicia. Anyway you wouldn’t like the ending.”

“Why don’t you ask me to dance? Kim and Jim are already out there and I want to dance on the glass floor and have everybody looking at my pussy. God, this club is so wild. I can’t believe there are places like this.”

Out on the acrylic dance floor were about fifteen couples, guys with girls and some girls with girls. I spied Kathy, the camera girl, dancing with Rachel, the AD. Kathy was no longer wearing a T-shirt and jeans but had put on a little leather mini-skirt with boots. She was topless and swinging her boobs to the beat with all her heart. Rachel looked a bit reserved wearing a tube top and denim shorts but I guess not all the women working there could be expected to be as exhibitionist as Alicia and her co-stars.

There were overhead strobes pulsating with the music and there were under skirt strobes from the occasional flash picture taken from the pit below. It was about six or seven feet below the glass floor and rimmed with neon and fluorescent lighting that shined upwards ... for better viewing.

There was a flurry of flashes as Alicia and I stepped out onto the clear platform and started dancing. It was somewhat disorienting at first to look down into the pit, like you were going to fall or something but I kept looking forward at Alicia and she looked at me and we quickly adjusted.