The Learning Process Can Be Scary
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The little orgy had been a great success. We lounged around after we got out of bed and chatted. The two girls and I played some board games and watched some movies on TV. Mommy and Cindy chatted and even took a nap together. I was too sore from the night before and that morning to do anything like have more sex, so I was happy we were just hanging out. Everyone stayed until the afternoon around the time school would let out. I was… content.
After everyone left, I started thinking about Cindy and how she only gave the discounts on her nights off. I didn’t really get it, so I went to Mom and asked her about it.
“Do you want to learn one of the ugly facts of life?” she asked. I knew this would be a serious talk, maybe one that wouldn’t have happened a few months ago when I was only nine. I nodded, ready for whatever she told me.
“Honey, if she goes out on an arranged date for sex, she would have to bring her bosses the money they expect for her time. Remember how I told you she gets only a hundred fifty dollars of the money, and her employer gets the remaining thirteen-fifty?” I nodded. “If she charges Ronni only a thousand, it would end up costing Cindy three-hundred-fifty dollars to have sex with Ronni and Emily, because that’s how much she would be expected to give her bosses, the full thirteen-fifty. And believe me, her bosses are not ones to be messed with when it comes to the money.”
“Then they don’t mind if she works on her nights off?”
“Not exactly. They provide her with nights off because, unlike some people, they would rather their best girls stay with them, and the girls know they have it much better than a lot of the other girls who turn tricks for a living. Still, if they found out Cindy was turning tricks on the side, they’d expect their cut of thirteen-fifty for each two-hour session.”
“But that’s not right!” I said. “They’re kinda like agents, right? If the girl sets up the job, why do they think they deserve any of her money?”
“Because, sweetie, that’s how the business works. Even mainstream actors and actresses don’t screw over their agents. It’s a good way to find yourself black-balled in this town.”
“What’s black-balled?” I asked.
“It’s where you are prevented from working because nobody will hire you.”
“Then she can just do it on her own,” I said, thinking I had the perfect solution and wondering why Cindy hadn’t thought of it before.
“It’s not that easy,” Mom said. “Even though Cindy’s at the top of her line of business, quitting isn’t an option for her.”
“But you quit,” I said, wondering why quitting would be a problem.
“Well… yes and no,” Mom said.
“Huh?” I was really confused.
“Sweetie, the same people who own Cindy, are also the producers of my movies. They pay me good money, but they make a helluva lot more from distribution and sales of them.”
I didn’t like the words she used — owned Cindy. Did they own my mom too? I asked her.
“Well, owned is not exactly the right word. Let’s just say they have exclusive rights to any and all projects each of us partakes in. It’s a tough industry. sweetie. It’s not for lightweights. A lot of very pretty girls come out here, thinking they’ll be discovered in a week and be the next Marilyn Monroe or something. They get here and realize it’s not that easy because a thousand other beautiful girls had the same idea that month. They find they need to make money, and turning tricks is something they can do to make it, sometimes a lot of money over time. When I started out, I made a hundred for each trick. I’d usually get in two or three a night. That was a lot of money back then. Still is, I suppose. Let’s say I averaged two a night. That’s a thousand a week for five nights, tax free. I didn’t mind doing it because fucking is fun, whether it’s with a man or a woman. And I’d even get the occasional little girl or even a little boy. It was fun, and lucrative.”
I thought about that for a minute. I hadn’t thought about it, but basically my mom was just a prostitute who made films. It sounded sordid to me. “Why do you continue making films, Mom?” I asked, really wanting to hear her answer.
“Don’t worry, honey. It’s because I want to. I know it’s disease free because our people are checked each week. Yes, if I wanted to quit, I’d have a hard time doing that, but you see, this industry has a built-in shelf life. Eventually, I’ll be considered too old to make these movies, and I’ll be allowed to leave. That’s when I’ll start my own production company. Many women in the industry have done the same thing. That’s where the real money is, anyway. Believe me, I love what I do, and I even get along with the people who pay me. And pay me well.”
Then I asked the question I wasn’t sure I wanted to ask.
“Mom? What would happen if they found out Cindy was making dates on the side?”
She looked at me a moment before saying, “They’d want their money.”
“What if she didn’t have it?”
She looked at me again, this time for what felt like a long time, and I knew whatever answer she gave would not be the whole truth.
“They’d work something out.”
I dropped the topic. I wasn’t ready to think about the uglier side of things.
Going to my bedroom, I called Deanna since I knew she’d be home by now and we talked about everything under the sun, though most of our phone time was spent talking about her cousin’s wedding and the rehearsal and dinner the night before. We made plans to get together at school the next day before class started. We were in the fifth grade, though not in the same class.
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Time went by, and finally it was time for my grandmother to visit us. The one I overheard having phone sex with my mom back around my birthday. I was anxious and looking forward to it. I hadn’t seen her for a long time, and I barely even remembered her, except that we spoke on the phone occasionally. She lived in New York, and my mom and I lived in the Los Angeles area, actually in Long Beach. The distance for flying was a lot, and my grandmother didn’t like to fly, so it took a lot to get her to come see us. The last time had been when I was five, so it was before my mom and I got involved sexually.
It was three days before Christmas, and my mom and I went to LAX to meet my grandmother’s plane. I knew that my mom and her mom had started having sex when my mom was young, but neither my mom nor my grandmother knew I knew. It made me feel a bit horny when I saw my grandmother, knowing she and my mom had done that. Apparently, the apple did not fall far from the tree in that respect.
Also, I always knew my mom had gotten her good looks from her mother. Grandma was in her mid-forties, but she could have easily passed for being ten years younger. She had a wonderful figure. Her boobs were slightly bigger than Mom’s but their waists and hips looked about the same. I found myself picturing her naked as she walked along, and that sent a small jolt to my clit.
As she came down the concourse, Mom waved at her mother, who waved back. She was pulling a small suitcase on rollers behind her, but I knew she would have more being sent to the luggage pickup area.
When she got out of the secure area, we greeted her with hugs and kisses. I was actually a bit disappointed they didn’t kiss more passionately, but of course, they had to maintain what my mom always called “an outward picture of propriety.”
The funniest part of this whole trip to the airport was that my mom, of course, was recognized by a number of people. It’s funny when you see someone notice a person they consider famous. They sort of slow down if they’re walking, or even stop dead in their tracks and stare. They always have this look that seems to say, “Is that…?” Then when they realize it is the famous X-rated movie star, Kayleigh Katz, their jaws drop or they smile. Some of the men will look downright dangerous, as if they might pounce on my mother right there in public and start fucking her.
I had counted at least five people I knew recognized my mother from her movies. Four were men, and one was a woman. I have to admit I wished my mom would have taken the time to meet the woman. She looked to be about twenty-two and was very sexy with small boobs and a slim waist and hips. Her red hair was in a ponytail that hung to between the shoulder blades. She was wearing tinted shades that she actually pulled down to the end of her nose to stare at mom as we walked within five feet of the woman. I was holding mom’s hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze to let me know she had noticed the lady fan as well and wanted to signal me to look around and see her if I hadn’t. That was a sort of code we shared.
After we had greeted Grandma, we turned to head down to retrieve her remaining luggage, and I saw the sexy woman again. She was picking up another girl from the airport. This girl was just as sexy, a brunette, and looked to be maybe eighteen or nineteen. These two kissed when they met, but it was obvious they didn’t worry about an “outward picture of propriety” at all. They were making out, tongues and all. Then I noticed the redhead point out my mom. When they looked our way, I smiled and winked at them.
Mom and Grandma were talking, mostly ignoring me, and had stopped for a moment, so I decided to be a tease with these older girls. I glanced around to make sure nobody was looking, including Mom and Grandma, and turned back to the girls, who were still gawking at Mom.
They saw me look at them, and I slowly reached my hand to the crotch of my jeans. When I got there, I slowly squeezed my pussy before letting go. Then I blew them a kiss, using the hand that had just groped my pussy.
Their jaws dropped again, but this time at what I had done. The brunette, especially, had her mouth open, but was also obviously smiling. She had enjoyed my little Lolita act.
“Are you ready, Cheryl?” Mom asked, as she and Grandma finished whatever conversation they had been having. I’d caught only a few words, and they were making plans of some sort. She noticed where I was looking, took my hand, and squeezed it in a “don’t stare” kind of message. (It’s funny how I could tell what Mom meant with each squeeze, but I could.)
“Are you ready for Santa?” Grandma asked. I told you we hadn’t communicated much.
“She’s past the Santa stage, Mom,” my mother said. “She’s much more grown up than that.”
“Of course. What was I thinking? I guess I should have visited more these past five years. To me, you’re still that little girl of five that I last saw.”
I just smiled at her and said nothing. I wasn’t sure what I should say, so I kept my mouth shut to avoid making an idiot of myself. I loved my grandma because she was just that — my grandma, but in all honesty, I barely knew her, and she barely knew me. Most of what I knew was that she and Mom had enjoyed a relationship similar to the one I had with Mom. And I’d only known that a few months.
We arrived at the baggage claim, and grandma gave a guy her claim tickets. He went searching for the two bags, and we stood there watching, Mom and Grandma engaging in more conversation.
This was fine with me because, of course, the redhead and her girlfriend were down there, too. The brunette was watching the conveyor as the luggage popped through a plastic curtain into the claim area. The redhead was watching me.
And I was watching her.
I decided to play a naughty game with her. I crossed my legs together, and put my hand down there, as if I had to pee. I could see in her eyes she knew my bladder wasn’t full at all. I was just using this as an excuse to touch my pussy.
She reached up with her right hand and appeared to scratch her boob, but I knew it didn’t itch. She was stimulating her nipple.
I put a hand in my pocket and then began to rub myself. Anyone looking at me that had no idea what I was really doing would think I just had my hand in my pocket.
The redhead knew better. She watched as I stimulated my clit, the only thing between my fingers and my pussy being the cotton of the pocket and my panties.
The redhead looked around, as if to see if anyone was watching. Nobody was, although later, I knew there would be some video footage of us since the area is covered with security cameras. Oh, well, let someone get off watching us turn each other on. It didn’t matter to me. Even if they saw it and wanted to do something, they really couldn’t. She and I were at least thirty feet apart, and there would be ample proof that no actual molestation took place.
Then the redhead put her own hand inside the pocket of her shorts. The shorts were rather tight, so when she moved her hand to her pussy from inside the pocket, I could clearly see the outline of her hand massaging herself through the material, just as I was doing.
I looked around. Seeing I was mostly being ignored by everyone but the redhead, I took my hand out of my pocket and pushed it down into my pants and panties. I was touching my pussy now with my bare hand, and you can believe it felt good. Great, in fact. I hadn’t realized I had gotten this horny playing this odd little game with a complete stranger.
Mom and Grandma continued their conversation.
I continued masturbating in front of the whole, oblivious world.
And the redhead followed my lead.
Her hand came out of her pocket and went down her shorts, but she did something a bit different. She was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt. She pulled her arm inside the sleeve before dipping it down into her shorts. I suppose that would prevent most people from seeing what exactly her hand was doing down there.
We stood there, masturbating to the sight of the other, but doing so slowly. No quick movements to draw attention to ourselves. Just leisurely rubbing of our most private spot.
I noticed the brunette moving back to the redhead with her suitcase. When she got to her friend, she noticed that she was rather occupied at the moment. Then the brunette looked in the direction her girlfriend was looking and saw me. My hand down my pants, obviously rubbing myself. Brunette’s jaw dropped again.
Then I noticed something else. A man was standing about twenty feet behind the redhead, leaning against a wall. He was to her right, my left as I looked at them. His hand was in his pocket and occupied as well. We had been seen, but not by anyone who was going to do anything to stop us. The three of us stood there, working ourselves to coming, or at least getting ourselves very close to it. It occurred to me he may have only seen me because the redhead was facing away from him. Being my mother’s daughter, that only added to my excitement.
I began to picture everyone in the area noticing us masturbating and we would all end up on the dirty floor, one by one, pulling our pants down and dresses up and getting ourselves off in a mass come-fest.
Then I imagined the redhead and her girlfriend later. They were certainly going to have sex when they arrived wherever they were going. I pictured them together. The brunette was licking the redhead, as the redhead called her Cheryl. (Hey, if I’m going to fantasize, I can be a part of it, right?)
That did it for me. I began to tremble and shake. Not a lot, but enough that the redhead knew I was coming.
And apparently, that did it for her. Her mouth stretched open in a silent moan. I could see her chest expanding and contracting with the strong contractions. Her eyes closed for a second, but opened again, wide.
We both calmly withdrew our hands from the small caves below and watched the other catch her breath. I put my fingers to my nose, inhaled my scent, then put them in my mouth to suck them clean.
Redhead did the same. Brunette, who was watching us both, looked ready to come without even touching herself.
I suddenly realized I would be part of their masturbation fantasies for a long time, and that made me proud. To think that I, a ten-year-old girl without pubic hair, could so inflame an older girl’s desires like that, made me realize the power of sex, the command I could have over others. I also knew that now, whenever redhead–or even brunette for that matter–watched one of my mom’s videos, they would also think of me, her daughter.
When I looked, the man was no longer there. I guessed he had come in his pants and gone to clean up or something. I really didn’t care.
“You ready?” Grandma asked. Then her countenance changed. “Are you okay, honey?”
Mom looked at me, and I blushed. She knew what I looked like after coming. I noticed her eyes flicker to my side and my hand that hung there, where she saw my fingers, which were still wet with my saliva from licking my fingers clean. She frowned and I knew she wasn’t happy. Then she looked around and noticed the redhead and brunette, who were whispering to each other and looking my way. The deep flush of the redhead’s face nearly matched her hair.
“Come along,” she said and took my hand, the one that had moments before been massaging my clit and labia.
Grandma needed to stop at the bathroom, so Mommy had a chance to talk to me.
“Why did you do that? Don’t you know if someone had seen you, there could be trouble for me?”
“I’m sorry.” Mom rarely got angry with me, and it always hurt my heart when she did.
She saw the tears welling up and lightened her tone a little. “It’s just that you were taking a very big chance. Men see that and they make plans to snatch little girls away from their moms. And the fact that a lot of those men have seen me in movies so often they would recognize me makes me and my family an easy target.”
“I said I’m sorry,” I said, the tears now falling down my cheeks, though I wasn’t sobbing or anything.
She straightened up. (She had bent over to be at eye level with me.) “Baby, please. Don’t ever do that again, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
I held out my pinkie, which was bent into a hook, and she took it with her own hooked pinkie. “Pinkie swear,” I said.
Apparently, I wasn’t as grown up as either of us thought.
Continue on to Chapter 22
thanks Cheryl, great as always.
You are welcome! And thank you!
mmmmmm…how sexy…Can’t wait for playtime with grandma.
Aliciamom, it should post in a few days. Glad you’re enjoying the story!
What a sexy scenario, masturbating in public like that.
Wonder if we’ll ever see those girls again…..