A Mother-Daughter Act update

At last they lay in bed, at Peter’s place. Lana was so tired all she could think to do was sleep. The movie wouldn’t be shooting long—only four days—but she had to wonder if each of them would prove as hectic as this one had been.

“So,” Peter asked, holding her in his arms, “how was your first day of being a porn star?”

“Not the fuck what I expected,” Lana said. “Shit, I thought porn stars started out with dyke scenes.”

“I don’t know if anyone would buy you as anything but a man-eater.”

“I didn’t even have a fucking chance to be scandalized, though,” Lana admitted. “Today was the first time I’ve watched two people fucking, other than you and Mom. But it was all so fucking professional. Is it always like that?”

“Usually,” Peter replied. “That’s the idea, though. Taking the… ambiguity out of it so everything can be run more efficiently, more businesslike. Most of the people there had been in the game a while. They know what to do and I let them do it. Tomorrow, we’ll be using some new girls. That’s the one thing that sells as well as a name—fresh faces. They’ve both got potential too. We might see some sparks fly. Maybe tomorrow will be a regular orgy.”

Lana pulled the cover up to her chin, creating more warmth for her to cuddle onto Peter in. “Did you try the fucking milk before you bought the fucking cow?” she teased.

“One of them,” Peter conceded. “But only because she was asking for it. Most of the time it’s just intuition whether a woman will look good fucking.”

“Oh?” Lana asked. “You don’t fucking find the blonde with the biggest fucking boobs?”

“In a pinch,” Peter joked. “There’s a lot of factors that go into it. The way a girl walks. You, you don’t wiggle much, but you carry yourself like your legs want to open. It tells me you like to play along when there’s fun to be had.” Peter kissed her quick. “Something wrong?

“Nothing. Fuck… it’s just that when I got dressed after the scene, I found a note on my fucking clothes. It was that motherfucker Bill. It said that he could fucking take me out sometime if I wanted to have some fucking fun.”

“That’s Bill for you,” Peter said. “Maybe I should’ve warned you about him—the guy’s a hedonist. He gets a taste of a good thing, he wants more. But I wouldn’t let him on the set unless he was harmless. Why? Did he do anything else?”

“No, you’re right, he’s fucking harmless. It just seems so fucking funny to get propositioned aftera guy fucks you.”

“Take it as a compliment,” Peter suggested. “He didn’t get his fill of you.”

“There was something else,” Lana persisted. “The fucking note said that you’d be cool with it.”

“Cool with what?”

“The two of us fucking seeing each other.”

Peter shrugged. “It’d be pretty silly of me to have a rule against workplace fraternization, considering. I guess he just meant that I wouldn’t feel cuckolded if you wanted someone else, any more than you throw a fit when I’m fucking your mom instead of you.”

“Well, that’s my fucking mom. Of course I want her to be happy. I don’t know how I’d feel about your fucking cock in some random stranger.”

“Oh? What about the new hire? I just told you I cocked her.”

“That’s different,” Lana insisted. “You just fucked her for kicks. You didn’t mean it. You don’t fucking care about her.”

“Exactly. If you wanted to fuck Bill, I wouldn’t care, so long as you didn’t mean it. But I’d like to think that I keep you well-satisfied all by my lonesome.”

“Oh, you really fucking care?” Lana jeered. “Or do you just fuck my little teenage cunt because you know I’ll get off on your big prick no matter what you do?”

“That sounds like an invitation,” Peter observed, pulling her on top of him, her groin over his cock. He only had to thrust up once, rubbing his member against her pubic thatch, before she felt him harden into stiffness. Long, bloated stiffness.

Biting her lip in loving anticipation, Lana lifted herself up, reached down to position him, and then took him deep into her pussy. She sank down, feeling him touch what seemed like all of her places at once as she took him even deeper.

“This—this is all you fucking have to do to please me,” she moaned. “Be inside me, where you fucking belong. I don’t want anyone else. I just want you. I want your fucking cock.”