The Porn Star Next Door

Chapter 11 - Switch

"Switch!" Lindsay repeated in a voice demanding compliance. The nine of us had a full-blown orgy underway in Sarah's living room. What made this unique was that Dot and Jim -- my parents -- were there and fully participating. Fuck. My parents!

I remember thinking, 'Oh, shit. What now?'

Rachel kissed me and went to my father. He looked as though he'd just won a billion-dollar lottery. Sandy moved to her brother. Sarah went to Jon along with Lindsay, and my mother came to me. I guess I had the answer to my speculations and whether I'd be intimate with my mot ... with Dot.

I froze, wondering what to do. Dot leaned down and kissed me in a passionate and erotic way. I closed my eyes and prayed this would go alright, and that whatever happened would only strengthen our relationship.

The kiss lasted about a minute and our tongues got involved. My brain turned to liquid mush and ran out of my head onto the floor and evaporated. Partway through the kiss, she took one of my hands and put it on her left breast to fondle. I did. I had a Ph.D. in fondling. Her nips were already in a highly aroused state. I used both hands, and then pulled her into my lap. If we were going to do this, we were going to do it right.

Dot straddled my legs facing me and moved closer to me so we could continue to kiss. I felt her breasts rub against my chest, and then her hand found my hand-on, still wet with Rachel's pussy juices. I hadn't gone soft and at that point I might not for next one-hundred years. This was an epic coupling.

Dot positioned me at her opening and then tilted her hips so that she slithered her sexy body down my cock as we faced each other and looked into each other's eyes. Fuck! I had just penetrated my mother's vagina. We were fucking and it felt like I'd arrived in heaven. I suddeenly felt surrounded by her love.

She whispered in a persuasive tone, "I am not your mother doing this. I am Dot, and yes, we've known each other forever. I love you and I am glad to be redefining our relationship so that this is acceptable behavior. I have so looked forward to this. Now, make love to me you hunky man. I love you. I love you more than anybody ever will."

I pumped up into ... Dot, and we made love together with both of us moving into the other. I used a thumb on her clit as she rode me at a slow pace, and that elicited moans, more intense kisses, and then a spasming pussy as she orgasmed around my shaft. As her orgasm faded, I couldn't hold off from this highly erotic and mind-blowing moment. I announced my condition and jettisoned about a gallon of my man cum into her body. I'd warned, but it made no difference to her, except maybe she welcomed my juices more enthusiastically. I kept pumping and pumping more and more into her.

I looked around the room. Sarah was fucking my father. She was missionary on the plush carpet and he was over her with her arms and legs wrapped around his body drawing him in on each downward stroke. She had a throw pillow behind her head and they were kissing with great passion.

I repeated to myself the remarkable observation: 'My fiancée is fucking my father. My fiancée is fucking Jim. That was also mind-blowing situation.

Opposite Dot and me, Jon and Sandy were fucking and Lindsay was riding Jon's tongue. A few feet away on their end of the sofa Rachel and Greg were coming together in the bonds of ecstasy. God, how did I get so lucky to be here and to have all these people as my intimate friends -- my fucking friends. I laughed to myself at the play on words.

Dot cuddled next to me in the wide chair I'd chosen. She made sure that I was alright with what had happened and I asked her the same questions. I was more than fine, and I wanted to do it again -- with her -- soon. That made both of us happy.

Sarah appeared in front of me and kissed me. "You alright?"

"Better than fine," I told her, looking her in the eyes and smiling.

"Good, because I'm going to fry your brains some more." I couldn't imagine what she was going to do. Hadn't it had all happened already. I'd fucked my mother, and Sarah had made my dad's fantasy about fucking Candy Sweet come true.

Sarah moved slightly so that she was in front of Dot who I cuddled beside me. She used both hands to spread her legs apart, and then leaned in with her mouth open and tongue out so she could eat the cum leaking from the mature pussy in front of her -- the cum I'd just left inside her. My mother cooperated and watched every move that Sarah made, and moaned upon contact. She looked at me and in a weak voice moaned, "Oh, you have the best fiancée ever."

Sarah fingered and ate my cum from Dot for five minutes, but she made sure that I was watching. At one point when she had a critical mass of jizz in her mouth, she came up and snowballed the wodge with Dot. There's nothing that says family more than having your fiancée suck your cum from your mother and then snowball it with her. I was spellbound. So were the others in the room, including my father who had his eyes locked on what was happening.

As they ended, Sarah lay back on the rug at my feet, and my mother got down there on her knees. Before I realized it, Dot was eating her husband's cum out of Sarah's wet quim. God, this really was a family affair. Yes, my mind was blown.

During our break, we all had a glass of wine and sat around naked and cuddling with our last partner of Round One. I had Dot back in my lap, naked, and I'm sure she could feel my tumescent cock starting to come back to life beneath her as I held her.

On the large TV, Sarah had put on one of her orgy videos. She was one of six women, and there were eight men. Two of the women in the video were being DPed and the rest giving blowjobs, being eaten, or good old fucking. There were various comments from each of us about the prowess of various individuals in the video, including Sarah. Most were funny and light, inspiring laughter, especially those from Lindsay about her sister.

One feature of the thirty-minute video was that every guy fucked every woman in the scene. Jim asked with a chuckle if that was the model for our group.

Sarah quickly answered, "Yes and no. The video didn't influence this group, but that's sometimes what we try to do, especially on a Friday night -- like tonight."

Round Two started then. I had Sandy with me. Dot moved back to Jon. Jim had Lindsay, and Greg was with Sarah and Rachel. We rotated partners one more time, and I ended up with my fiancée. Jim and Dot were together, too. Somewhere around one a.m., wearing minimal clothing, Greg and Sandy went home downstairs, Jim and Dot went to my apartment with Lindsay, Jon and Rachel went to Sarah's guest room, and Sarah and I cuddled together and slept in her bed.

My mother was not a runner, so Saturday morning, I drew her a map for how to walk to The Station. She'd meet us there about an hour later. The rest of us took off for our Saturday morning run of eight miles -- long for some; short for others. We did connect at the restaurant at a large outdoor table, and had brunch.

I had a flying lesson late morning. My father was highly interested, so came along to ride in the backseat of the Cessna 172 while I got some instruction. To make things more interesting for my dad, Ken, my instructor, had me fly down to Fort Myers, do a low approach, a touch and go landing, and then come back towards Sarasota via another touch and go landing at Venice Airport. Along with some practice maneuvers, I got over two hours in my logbook.

On the way driving home from the airport, my dad finally broached the topic of our group orgy the night before. "You good with everything that happened yesterday -- last night?"

I nodded, "Yes, although my brain is still doing flips like it's looking for an anchor point. Some of the ones I had, seem to have evaporated."

"Mine, too," he admitted. "I have to say that watching you and Dot was the highlight of the night. I'd always wanted to see her with another man, and more recently a younger man -- and then it was you. I'll never forget seeing her take your cock for those first five minutes. Those seconds are permanently recorded in my brain in minute detail. They make me aroused beyond belief."

"And, what about Sarah?"

"Oh, God, yes. Since she told us about her past doing porn videos and movies, I confess to having watched at least one of her videos every day and jerking off to it. I've then been a rather ardent lover of your mother, too. Being with Sarah last night was nothing short of a fantasy come true. She is a divine lover and she made me feel like one. I hope I made her happy."

I chuckled, "You did. She told me last night that you were an accomplished partner that pushed her buttons. She wants an encore, by the way."

"Wow. I'm ready. She's sterling. What about you? Beyond having a scrambled brain, what's going on in your head?"

"Greg and Sandy long ago made incest acceptable to me. They're adults, although they did start enjoying each other early on. No one is being hurt, they don't plan to have children together but they do want kids, and they're both doing well. No one is taking advantage of the other and never did.

"Last night, I had a fabulous, new partner named Dot. I'm partway through reorganizing and rewriting my history with her so that there's a separation between 'mother' and 'Dot'. Some of that processing includes you, too: 'dad' and 'Jim' -- my new mature friend."

Jim said, "I'm guessing that your mother ... Dot is also doing some thinking about everything, too, and I guarantee she doesn't want to change a thing that happened last night. She wants more of it, a lot more. She's strong willed, and this never would have happened unless she wanted it to."

I said, "Just to be sure, how's your marriage?"

Jim grinned broadly, "Never better, and probably heading for best ever." He paused and added, "Also, last night, Lindsay made sure we were better than okay with what had gone down when we were all together. She's a dear, too. She also got me erect again, and then fucked my lights out as she ate out Dot right before we went to sleep."

When we got near home, I called Sarah. She and my mother were out shopping for the afternoon. I subsequently suggested to my dad that we grab a snack and then shag a few golf balls at the driving range, and he liked that idea.

Jim and I got home about four p.m. As we came into Sarah's living room from the front door, we found both Sarah, Lindsay, and Dot nearly naked and trying on various clothes that they had spread all over the furniture. They were both only wearing some sexy panties and were otherwise naked.

Sarah came over and pressed her nearly naked body against me and rocked my world with a passionate kiss. She whispered, "I love you. I love your parents, too." She then gave Jim a similar hug and kiss. She was going for a little shock value, and certainly earned it from my father as she ground her mons against his rapidly rising hard-on.

Dot looked on and laughed and then came to me. She said, "I love you," and then we hugged and kissed. I was loving having a nearly naked body pressed against me as part of my welcome home.

My mother reminded me, "Just to say it out loud and so we don't take it for granted, your sister on the west coast is never to hear about what we do together." She looked at me to see whether I got the message and had internalized it.

"I could say the same thing about our lifestyle, too. What happens in Sarasota, stays in Sarasota."

Jim and I got a fashion show. Most of Sarah's outfits were for business, and were pretty conservative and conventional. There was one set of her lingerie that inspired us. I suggested that we have a lingerie party that evening so she could show off her purchase. She liked that idea, and immediately sent out a text to Rachel and Sandy. She told my mother that she had just the thing for her to wear.

Dot had bought another bikini, and had apparently been inspired by Sarah's barely-there bathing suits. I thought her husband was going to jump her bones right there in the living room as she pirouetted for us in a show 'n tell. She did have a fabulous body despite her age -- a very hot MILF.

The nine of us did a cookout on my balcony. Since we hadn't gone out to eat and the evening was warm, there wasn't an abundance of clothing. Jon, Jim, Greg, and I were in shorts and t-shirts. Sarah, Lindsay, and Rachel were wearing Daisy Duke shorts with crop tops. Dot and Sandy had little tennis skirts on and no panties. Sandy wore one of her brother's shirts with the tails tied together just under her breasts. Dot wore a halter top that had been modified so that it was only one thin layer of material.

The chatter among the nine of us was inspiring and demonstrated the emerging and deep friendships that were forming, even just that weekend with Jim and Dot. I had that comfortable feeling of becoming wrapped in a loving cocoon.

After dinner, the women all disappeared into the bedroom with squeals and giggles. I set up the TV with one of Lexi Staxxx's porn movies. The plot was kind of transparent: two girls go to sophisticated party at a Villa where two brothers meet them and turn on the charm. As the party winds down, the two couples fuck wildly in every position in the Kama Sutra, swap partners, and then repeat, and then there are several two or three on one encounters and some sapphic action here and there. Not bad for a ninety-minute film. I put the video on pause to wait for later.

Sarah and Dot yelled, "Ta dah!" from the bedroom door, and Sandy glided into the room wearing a peignoir that was open in front revealing her breasts and the small matching thong. She had on white spike heels, and whirled around the room in front of each man. When she finally adopted a pose by the dining room table, she was a picture of sexual splendor. No wonder her brother couldn't resist her.

Rachel than slid into the room wearing a black negligee. The lacy garment hid little of her charms. The over-piece had spaghetti straps over her shoulders, a gauze-like bodice over her breasts that revealed her charms, and then a pussy-length see-through lace jacket. The matching panties for the outfit consisted of a black gusset over her slit with spaghetti straps that came up over her hips.

Rachel danced in front of each man and I think we were all drooling by that point. When she was in front of me, she pulled aside the small patch of material covering her wet sex, ran a finger through her slit, and then let me suck off the sample of her nectar. She went over and posed beside Sandy.

Lindsay came in wearing a baby doll pajama set of Sarah's that hid ... nothing. The fabric was lavender lace, and was completely see-through. If the set had panties, she'd forgotten to put them on. Her breasts showed in detail, including the little bar bells through each nipple.

The next woman in the lingerie fashion show was my mother, Dot. She took three strides into the room in six-inch heels that she must have borrowed from Sarah. Her legs looked like a million dollars, and the rest of her was a vision in white lace.

Over each of her breasts was a frilly, see-through white lace bra. Dot's large dark areolas and nipples showed through the material. From just under her breasts a gossamer flare of a crinoline skirt flared to a pattern of lace around the fringe right at crotch level. She obviously wore no undies, and the darker patch of her pubic hair 'arrow' showed through the gauze.

Dot danced for each man, spending extra time with Jim. She did the finger through the slit thing for him, and he sucked in her juices. I got the same treatment. Dot went and was welcomed with long sapphic kisses to the 'display rack of sexy women' by Sandy, Lindsay, and Rachel.

Sarah also wore come-fuck-me heels as she came into the room. I had no doubt that was on her agenda for the evening. Her contribution to the evening was Valentine's red, starting with two small lacy hearts pasted over her nipples. I realized that they were held in place by nearly invisible red thread that wrapped around her neck and back.

The thong around her waist was braided red ribbon with a heart over her mons and two straps that went down and between her legs. They were crotchless, and Sarah's swollen labia were wet and highly evident as she started her dance routine with Jon. The cheeks of her ass were unclad, too. As she turned, I could see the reflection of the moisture along her sex.

Jon leaned forward and stuck his tongue out. Sarah thrust her hips forward just enough so he could get in one lick along part of her slit. I heard her say, "Later, Lover." He sat back, having barely sampled the merchandise.

I got a turn after Jim did. We were each allowed one lick in her open slit. Next to me, Greg took the last swipe with his tongue. Sarah groaned and then joined the other women a few feet away. They then paraded back in front of us, displaying their wares, so to speak.

Sarah then took center stage. She said, "Dot and I went by a garage sale today, we stopped and bought something that we think we'll all use with great delight and creativity." As she spoke, Dot and Lindsay carried a folder massage table out of the bedroom. In sixty-seconds, they had it opened and set up. There were a few comments and offers of help from the men, but they were turned down.

Sarah said, "In the middle of my porn career, I was flown over to Germany where sex shows are legal. I spent two weeks doing onstage fucking to my great delight and the equal delight of the packed audiences that came to see me get my stuffing fucked out by one, two, and ten handsome men. I made a lot of money and got to see a little of Europe on the trip ... and, of course, I got fucked a lot -- often on a massage table onstage, like this one." She laughed at the obvious nature of her remark.

"Tonight, we are going to start our own ongoing Sex Show by having each of the women pick a name, and then putting on a sex show for the rest of us atop this sturdy table. So, gentlemen, you will be performing as the rest of us are watching. Each lady will draw a name. You may also fuck or soak while you watch us or just watch.

"In addition, we're going to film what goes on for our future pleasure. I have one camera on a tripod, and another hand-held. If you're not too busy, one of you could work the hand-held camera to supplement what the stationary one picks up. I know how to make a video from the two later."

Dot passed Sarah her Tampa Bay Buccaneer's hat and made a show of mixing up the four pieces of paper in the hot. She went to Sandy and held the hat above her line of sight. Sandy reached up and picked. "Jon!" she announced with a grin.

Rachel picked Jim. Sarah picked Greg, and that left Dot and me -- again. This time, I didn't have the same anxiety and ambiguity about the incest we were about to enjoy. I held my arms open, and Dot joined me on the sofa. Lindsay had opted to be a 'free agent' and float around from couple to couple.

Sarah then showed us four pieces of paper numbered sequentially. She announced, the men will pick the order of performance." She laughed and then put the four numbers in the hat and mixed them around. She went to Jon, and he picked '3'. Greg got '2' and Jim got '4'. She announced as she put the last piece of paper in my hand, "And by a process of elimination, my fiancé gets '1'. Oh, boy, a sex show."

Sarah held up one finger to indicate for us to wait a minute, and then she hurried into her bedroom. She came out a minute later with a tripod with a camera on it. She told us, "This is for making our own 'Home Porn', so put on a good performance. This is our 'still' camera, and I'll also use my cellphone to get close-ups and such."

Several people applauded. Rachel shouted in a circus-type voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin." She looked right at me with a lecherous grin and gestured towards the new massage table.