NOTE: This story contains scenes of forced sex. If this unduly upsets you or brings about feelings of sadness or terror because of any prior experience you may have had, I suggest you move on to another, less intense, story in the non-consent category.
"OmiGOD!!!! Seriously?"
I remember it like it was yesterday. My mom had just broken the news to me -- we were going to be the family in a commercial for the natural gas company; me, Mom, Dad and Granma. We were gonna be famous!
Mom had gotten hooked into the modeling thing one day in the mall, a guy approached her, complimented her on her looks, and conned her into agreeing to let his studio do some modeling shots. Just head shots, they said, and they would help her get a portfolio together. It all seemed on the up-and-up, but Dad wasn't buying into it.
"They just tell you that to get you to buy their stupid prints," he argued, but Mom was adamant.
"No, there's no requirement to buy anything," she countered. "They promised. If it makes you feel any better, I'll take Melanee with me," she told him, putting her hand on my shoulder. Like I was gonna be any help!
I was still in high school then, 18 and in my senior year, and a little star-struck by my mom's apparent luck. Yeah, she was gorgeous, in her 'mom' way, but why couldn't it have been me the man approached? Everyone said I was pretty! Friends of my parents even said I was a dead ringer for my mom, in her teenage years.
So, long story short, Mom got me out of school one day, and we went together to this studio downtown. It seemed okay. There was a receptionist and three other women and girls sitting there, all waiting their turns to be photographed. I had to admit, my mom was by far the most attractive lady there. She's tall and slim, same as me, but her boobs are much bigger; not huge, but definitely 'there'. We both have thick blonde hair. I've always kept mine longer -- almost to my waist - while hers has always been allowed to fall just over her shoulders. Her hair was wavier; I'd used straightener on mine for a while. I love the way Mom's hair looks, but being a teenager and rebellious, I had to be different.
The ladies were called in, one at a time, and then left after. We'd chatted. No one knew what to expect, but they were all excited to start on their 'modeling careers'. Another girl about my age came in after a while, accompanied by her mother. I thought it was funny that I was 'chaperoning' my mother, while this girl was being 'protected' by her mother! When Mom's name was called, they said I could go in with her. And guess what? The photographer, William, wanted to take photos of me, too! Mom and I were both excited, trying to hide our obvious grins.
William photographed my mom first. They were, as promised, all head shots. At one point he had her go change her top into an off-the-shoulder kind of 'drape' thing that covered your whole body, but you could see her bare shoulders. Then it was my turn. Same thing -- a number of head shots, mostly with me smiling as seductively as I could muster. Then I was asked to change into the same drapery thing, showing my own shoulders. William called Mom back, had us change into matching outfits he provided in the little room one at a time, then photographed us together. At last he was satisfied. He pronounced that our photos would be available for us to view in a little over a week, then dismissed us.
It seemed kind of assembly-line to me, but the pictures were outstanding. We bought, predictably and with my dad grumbling the whole time, a package of each of our shots. And Mom put together portfolios for each of us and began to shop them around.
That was two years ago. The television commercial offer had come up, as well as a couple of print ads, a month after. I did two magazine ads; Mom only one. Hah! Anyway, we shot the commercial as a family. Mom and I were both asked to change into specific outfits, but Dad and Gram wore what they arrived in. I think we changed outfits three times, so they could see how different colors worked. The one that ran had us both in these really form-hugging jeans and light blue tops. All my friends said my mom looked sexy and that I looked 'okay'. Thanks, guys! Melanee was the 'regular' daughter, my mom the sexy MILF. Dad admitted Mom looked very good, but he thought they were exploiting her sexiness to promote their product. Well, DUH!
Two years later
I was still home, going to the community college these days, when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find two men standing there, one with a clipboard. Census takers, I assumed. They both wore white dress shirts and ties, but no jackets. Well, it was hot out.
"Uh, hi," the dark-haired one said. "Is Mrs. Gallion home?"
I was like, "Uhm, no. She's at work."
The man studied his clipboard. "Are you Melanee Gallion?" he asked.
"That's me. What's up?"
He hesitated. "There's...uh, something we need to discuss with your mother. When will she be home?"
"Around five. That's in like, twenty minutes. D'ya wanna come in and wait?"
They both nodded and I let them in, even though I wasn't supposed to allow strangers into the house. Mom would probably be home sooner than I'd said, unless she stopped off somewhere. Truthfully, I was intrigued. Besides, the blonde guy was kind of cute. Like a cleaned-up surfer dude, with a deep tan under that white shirt and tie. I got them both a glass of water. I noticed they were watching me move around the house. I probably should have put on something a little classier than gray yoga pants and one of my dad's oversize shirts, but with me, what you see is what you get. Hey, I'm free, white and... well, I had the confidence of your normal twenty year old,. So there it is.
Blonde hunky guy told me his name was Derek. I liked that. Derek is a way-sexy name! The other, older guy, was Steve. They knew who I was, so no further intros were needed, but they asked a lot of questions while I watched the clock tick slowly over. 'Was I in school, still?' Yeah, studying everything and nothing right now, with no idea of what I was going to major in. 'Did I have a boyfriend?' Hmmm, that one made me pause. "I mean," Steve said, "you're so attractive. You probably have lots of boyfriends."
I told him I wasn't seeing anyone seriously right now, but then I thought that made me sound kind of slutty, so I corrected that to, "I mean, my boyfriend's away at college in Alabama." They both nodded, looking at each other. Derek asked me if he had been gone long and I said, "Oh my god! Yeah, like three months, now!" I told them how much I missed Jamie and what he was studying, yadda yadda yadda. I probably shouldn't have been so talkative, but if there was any chance Derek was available... No sense limiting my social life!
I heard Mom's car at last, and asked the guys to wait there. I met Mom in the garage and told her there were two guys from... Well, I had to admit I didn't know where they were from.
"Melanee," she scolded, "you let them in the house?" This, as she was brushing out her hair furiously. "Do you think they're from the studio? The gas company, maybe? Or the local TV station? Maybe they want us for another commercial!"
Now she had herself worked up, thinking we were going to be 'stars' again. Our commercial was still on occasionally, and she had some bites on her portfolio. Nothing had panned out recently, but she never gave up the dream.
"Hi, gentlemen," she said, walking confidently into the room in her high heels from work. "I see Melanee has you supplied with something to drink. Are you comfortable?" She was 'working' them, strutting from one to the other shaking their hands. You'd never know she'd just done eight hours behind a reception desk; she looked as fresh as a daisy. I had to admire that, watching her.
"Uhm...Mrs. Gallion," Steve began, "we came to talk about some out-takes from the commercial shoot you and your family did a while back."
Mom brightened up even more. "Oh, has something else come up? Just so you know, Melanee and I are still open to whatever you might have in mind." She turned and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me up alongside her. "My mother is unwell right now and my husband is unavailable, but if there's a need for a mother/daughter, we can work with that!"
We were both putting on our 'camera faces', smiling seductively without being obvious, when Derek said in a somber voice, "You better show them the stills first."
There was a moment of anticipation, then I felt my stomach drop. I couldn't explain it, but I had this queasy feeling that something was going on that neither Mom nor I were going to like much. I moved, along with Mom, over to where Steve was pulling glossy photos out from beneath the cover sheet on his clipboard. The first thing I saw was, I assumed, Mom. She, or whoever it was, had her panties around her ankles, sitting in the same dressing room we'd both used that day in William's studio. She was alone in there, obviously, because she had her fingers... well, they were busy. Very busy, by the look of it.
