"Welcome to topless talk. If you've been here before, you know I talk about a variety of subjects while topless," I said, hoping I sounded good.
"My name's Alexis, and today we have a guest. This is my dad, Alex, no stretch where my name came from. He really wanted a boy, and wanted to do the whole Alex Jr. or the second. Anyway, I was first, so he chose Alexis overriding my mom's pick of Rebecca. They had my younger brother two years later and guess what his name is? That's right it's Alex."
I could see my dad feeling a bit uncomfortable, like I was painting him in a bad light.
"But I really like my name. Can't imagine being called anything else."
"Dad, say hello to the audience," I said.
"Hello," the pudgy guy with the white balding hairline said. He looked really uncomfortable.
For the regular viewers of Topless Talk everyone knew and liked Alexis. She was witty, personable, knowledgeable about her subjects and just gave facts without her own opinion or any political slant. It was a refreshing change to much of the OF material on the web today. But mainly the guys watched because she was beautiful. Long black hair, dark eyes, medium size breasts with medium areolas and nice nipples. People would probably watch even if she wasn't topless, but this added a whole bunch of guys to her OF page.
"Shall we?" I asked my dad, and before he could react, I pulled off my shirt.
He gazed at my tits for a moment, then averted his eyes and pulled off his shirt. He had a hairy, white chest and a bit of a tummy pouch.
"So, today's topic is porn."
"What?" Dad asked.
"Well, I thought it would be interesting to talk about what porn was like when you were growing up, verses how it is in today's landscape," I informed him.
"Okay," Dad said.
"Okay. Good. So, when was the first time you were exposed to porn?"
Dad looked into my eyes, then down to my tits, then up in the corner of the room as if thinking.
"Let me think. I guess when I was 13 or 14?"
"Okay. Oh shoot. I forgot to mention. I'm and twenty-two and my dad is over that by a few years. So, everyone is of legal age and both of us have consented to do this of our own free will. Right dad?"
"Yes. You are twenty-two and I am a few years past that. Oh, to be twenty-two again," he said.
"Focus dad. Back to porn," I said.
"Right. Sorry," he said lifting his eyes from-my-breasts, to my eyes.
This might have been a bad idea. We'll have to see how it goes.
"So, what was the first porn you experienced?"
"Well, back in the day, Penthouse used to have, maybe they still do, a thing called letters. People would write in, supposedly true events of their sexual encounters. I liked that. I could picture the people in the stories and imagine I was the guy in the story."
"And being a writer yourself, you really could relate to those, quote true stories?"
"Yes, definitely."
"My father is a very good writer who has been published in lots of magazines and even ghost written a few books with and/or for very famous people," I explained to the audience.
