A Mother-Daughter Act update

Bill’s chest heaved with hardened breath as he rode into her. Lana fucked herself against him, but she could tell it was an uphill battle. Bill’s stamina was almost gone; she was pretty sure he couldn’t stay hard long enough to come. If he did, it wouldn’t be nearly as big as the one he’d wasted on Carlie.

“Okay,” Bill gasped, drawing himself out of her. He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it, its half-limp length flopping as he pumped it, until a few lukewarm drops of watery cum spurted onto Lana’s stomach. Bill sank down onto his knees, hanging his head. He glanced morosely at the camera. “That’s it. That’s all I got.”

“Alright,” Peter replied. “Now just make the motions, we’ll get close-ups of your faces and stitch it together in editing.”

Bill lay down on top of Lana, rocking his body against hers, though his heart wasn’t in it. He kissed her too, also without passion—all that had went away with his hard-on. Lana could only hope that it looked better than it felt.

“Cut!” Peter called, and Bill picked himself up off of Lana. When he stood up, his fucked-out manhood swung limply between his thighs. 

“You’re good at this,” he told Lana. “Thanks for helping me out.”

“Just being a good scene partner,” Lana smiled.

Peter walked over to them. “Good hustle, Bill. Thanks. I know we didn’t make it easy on you. I’ll call you up when there’s more work. You’ll be top of the list.”

Bill laughed. “Put me at the bottom. I need the time to rest up. Shit, I have a date tonight! Hope she likes to cuddle.”

He went off to get dressed.

Lana sat up. “So that’s it then?” she asked Peter. “We’re done?”

“There’s done and then there’s done,” Peter said. “We need some close-ups. As good as you are at faking orgasms, the audience is going to want to see exactly what’s happening between the sheets, so to speak.”

“I thought you said Bill was finished. He definitely seemed finished to me.”

“That’s movie magic. We have his face; the rest we can take care of without him. Think of it like a stunt double.”

Lana’s eyes widened. “You?”

“Why not? I know my way around your cunt. Let’s call it a busman’s holiday, only in reverse.” Peter twisted to face the cameraman. “Bring it in for the close-up. No sound. And you can take off once we’re set.”

As he spoke, he took off his clothes. Lana saw that he already had a mammoth erection. All at once, she sensed his motives. Watching her with another man had only provoked his sense of ownership, left him needing her. And now he was going to fuck her, really fuck her, fuck her for the whole world to see. It was the kinkiest way possible for him to seduce her.

He knelt down beside her, putting his hand on her shoulder. “You’ve already done great, Lana. Wait until you see yourself. You look like sex personified. Now I’m going to give you a cock worthy of you. One that can keep up with you.”

As he spoke, Peter moved his hands to her knees. When he opened them, Lana meekly went along with him. The shakiness was in her smile. As much as she looked forward to being Peter’s again after the brief, unsatisfying interlude with another man, she wasn’t sure about being seen on camera doing it. The thing with Bill was acting. But with Peter, she couldn’t hide—she’d be a fucked-out slut for everyone with ten dollars in their pocket to see. And she wanted that to only be Peter’s.

Yet for him, she would do it. She looked him in the eye, conveying her love, seeing the warm reception in his own gaze. She sprawled out on the floor without being asked. He came down on top of her, his burning erection butting against her sex. Her clitoris was already throbbing for him. She opened her legs wider, denying him nothing, giving him everything.

“Just the penetration,” Peter told the cameraman, and Lana let out a sigh of relief. Peter looked down at her, saw the serenity of her relieved doubt, and stroked her cheek affectionately. “You don’t think I’d let anyone else see how cute you look when you’re coming your brains out? They can have that fake shit you did with Bill. The real thing is all for me.”