A Mother-Daughter Act update

Lana knew she could still go back, tell everyone she couldn’t do it after all. But when she heard the knock on the door, her body automatically went to open it. There was dialogue, but she couldn’t possibly have remembered it. She tried to say the kind of things that she was supposed to have said. At least she wasn’t mumbling. Everything she said came out strong and confident. She just didn’t know what any of it meant.

Bill walked into the room, but he wasn’t hard—wasn’t he supposed to be hard? His pants were tight, she could see the snaking bulge of his manhood, but not any hardness. At least, the hardness she thought he was supposed to have to justify where the scene went. Wasn’t she supposed to say something now about him having an erection? She couldn’t hesitate with the camera on her.

“Oh my God, are you hard? Is your cock hard right now?”

Bill nodded. Lana got down onto her knees. Maybe she was supposed to play around some first, take her robe off, but what did that matter now? She unzipped him and reached into his fly. He was half-hard—not bad considering how recently it’d been put to use. 

She rubbed him some, then thought she should lower his pants. If she had to, she should, and if she didn’t have to, she didn’t think it would ruin the scene. She tugged his pants down and came up to find he was nice and stiff, full erection throbbing before her. Not bad at all.

Close up, she could see how different he was from Peter. His cockhead was red as an apple. She rubbed her face against it. “It’s so big,” she told Bill, wondering if Peter was getting jealous, before she kissed the tip of his cockhead. 

Her lips smacked. He tasted salty, bittersweet, and the taste lingered in her mouth strongly. She wondered if it would go away when she was with Peter. If Peter’s taste would seem strange and new when she sucked him next.

Lana couldn’t remember any more of her dialogue or think of anything more to say, so she simply sucked him for a while. She felt him pulse really hard and thought she could make him come, but she at least recalled that this wasn’t a blowjob scene, it was a full fuck. She stood up. 

Before she forget it entirely, she threw off her robe and let down her hair, her curlers raining down around her feet. She’d never been more conscious that the camera was rolling, but it didn’t deter her. It filled her with a strange gleam of excitement. Lana was sure this wasn’t how the scene was supposed to go, but who cared? She knew what she liked and she had to think that would look better than some idiotic script telling everyone what to do like robots.

She grabbed Bill’s hand and led him to the couch, where she sat down, her legs parted. “Get down on your knees,” she told him. “I want you to eat my pussy. You can kiss me there and lick me and suck me. And when you’ve fucked me with your tongue, then you can fuck me with your cock.”

He followed her lead, immediately grasping that she was in control and he’d be better off going along with it than ruining the scene. He knelt down. Lana saw a blur of motion past the lightbank—the cameraman rearranging for a better look. As Bill started tonguing her sex, she smiled, meaning it for the camera.

Bill used his fingers to spread her labia up and then his tongue snaked through her slit, rolling the lips of her pussy from one side to another. He was good at eating pussy, but conscious of the camera too, moving aside to let it get a good look at how Lana’s cunt took his tongue. 

The cameraman moved in close, the lens looming over Lana like a phallus about to penetrate her, and Lana wondered how it would feel to have that thing inside her instead of Bill’s tongue.

Then the camera moved, losing Bill and focusing on her. She thought back to Peter and replicated the expressions that his lovemaking gave her: narrowing her eyes to slits, letting her head fall back, and pushing the very tip of her tongue out between her parted lips. Running it from one side of her mouth to the other in a slow, sensual gesture of appreciation. 

The cameraman pulled back to capture the whole scene. Lana didn’t look right at him, but when she cupped her breasts and strummed her nipples, it was meant for his camera. She found her nipples to be shockingly hard, her breasts heaving. She didn’t know if Bill’s tongue was turning her on or if the camera was doing it.