My Daughter, the Porn Star

by Misty Meadow


      Some years ago I was sitting at my computer with my darling daughter Jennifer on my lap and she was wearing her favourite outfit, what she called her "invisible knickers", namely nothing at all.  I was in my favourite attire too, a pair of bright turquoise silk tap pants with nice loose lace trimmed legs, and I was naked from the waist up.  We were looking at pictures of Juliette.
     Juliette can still be found all over the internet, posing in various sexy knickers and tops, but back then, I only ever found her on one particular web site.  Picture samples of her in her undies were free but if you wanted to see her in a more erotic setting, so to speak, you could pay fifty quid a month and have access to the really good stuff.   
     Those child model pay sites have mostly disappeared from the internet now, having been shut down by various authorities, but I'm talking about the early days of the web, when the restrictions didn't exist.  In short, you could pay for child porn and get it.  Much of that porn has "escaped" and been virally spread and is freely available if you know where to look, but it's hard to find.
     Jennifer and I gazed at the screen which showed the adorable little Juliette, about my own kid's age, proudly displaying her scantily clothed body for the camera, a dazzling smile on her face.  It was clear she really enjoyed showing herself off.  We looked at an album of several dozen shots of her standing, kneeling, squatting and lying in an assortment of knickers, mostly a bit on the big side, the legs loose so one hoped for a glimpse of her little girly slit or, as Jennifer preferred to call it, her cunt, but we never quite succeeded.  My little girl, at the age of eleven, had a dirty mouth.  I loved it!
     The website invited us to download a new series of pictures of Juliette for the customary fee and so I paid and we were treated to a whole new set of her, as naked as my daughter, lewdly displaying her sweet little cunt, her face still bearing her signature eager smile.  The last, and best, showed her lying on her back in just a lacy top, her legs up round her ears as she shamelessly flaunted her cunt.  She was smiling and the picture was captioned "Juliette age 10.”  So she was a year younger than my daughter.  I saved them all to floppy discs, thumb drives not having been invented then.
     "You're in love with her, aren't you, Mummy?"
     "Yes, I confess, I dream about her every night when I finger my cunt, but I'm in love with you too, my darling and you're just as naked and just as sexy as she is, and I have you in the flesh, to hug and kiss . . ."
     ". . . and look at my tits and my cunt."  Her boobs had just started to bud.
     "Yes, my little sex kitten, I know, but that's all inspired by Juliette."
     She pouted.  "I could do things that we never see Juliette doing?"
     My ears pricked up.  "Like what?"
     She slid off my knee and stood close by my chair, her hip against my shoulder, took my wrist and placed my hand high on her inner thigh.  Then she reached down and pressed her hand against my cunt through the silk with her fingertips.
     "Stop that!" I said, sharply.  "You know if we go down that road, bad things might happen."
     "Like what?"
     My voice softened.  "Mummy's shouldn't touch their daughters in inappropriate ways and vice versa.  It's called incest and it's illegal."
     "Looking at child porn is illegal and that doesn't stop you.  Anyway, remember when you used to wash my pee pee in the tub and let me wash yours?”
     "You were little more than a toddler.  It didn't mean anything to you."
     "Wrong, Mummy!  I LOVED it.  Your finger up my cunt was thrilling and I LOVED washing yours, but now you won't let me touch it."
     "Because you're older and you understand the implications.  Let's compromise.  We can watch each other masturbate, but that's as far as I dare go, my love.  I could get carried away and . . ."
     " . . . and molest me?  I wish!"
     "That's enough!  Let's go in my bedroom and you can try on some of my new undies.”
     "Yippee!" she cried, running up the stairs ahead of me. I could still make her happy.

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     "I wanna be a porn star, like Juliette," Jennifer said, later that day.  I was sitting on the couch, still in my silk knickers, and Jennifer was naked as usual, lying with her head on my thigh.  Every now and then, she'd turn her head to look at me and her lips would be just an inch from my cunt. The temptation to let her touch it was almost irresistible but I
exercised my will power, though that couldn't stop me from getting wet.  The aroma of sex coming off me was telling Jennifer that I still found her sexy.
     "I wanna be on the internet in my knickers and showing off my cunt, just like she does.  There must be a way to do it."  I ran my palm over her almost flat chest, a practice I'd have to stop when her tits grew bigger, and down over her stomach, careful not to get too close to her hairless cunt.
     "I'd love that too, my sweet.  Imagine all those dirty old lesbians like me, looking at your naked body and jilling themselves silly.  I'd be so proud of you." The thought of her being on the internet was strangely exciting.
     So I did some research.  A colleague in my firm's I.T. Department figured out that Juliette's web site was out of Ukraine and further research revealed that they had offices in several countries, including in London.  I found the phone number and gave them a call.
     "Are you looking for child models?" I asked.
     "We're looking all the time, yes."
     "I have an eleven year old daughter who's keen to be a model.  Are you
interested?"
     "You know the kind of modeling we do?  Underwear and stuff."
     "Oh, yes, she can handle that."  He gave me the address and told us to come anytime, bringing her portfolio.  I hung up.
     "We gotta produce a portfolio," I told her.  "We'll need a head and shoulders and some full body shots."  I photographed her against some full length dark curtains to contrast her light skin colour, a close up facial, then in her school uniform, then in a pair of ordinary schoolgirl knickers and a training bra.    No high heels!  I hate high heels on half naked little girls.
     The next day I took her out of school for the afternoon and we traveled up to London and found the office in a seedy back street of Soho.  An overweight bald guy was sitting behind a desk.
     "I'm Misty.  I called yesterday.  This is Jennifer."  He looked up and his eyes lit up.
     "You're so pretty," he said.  I handed him the portfolio and he opened it and glanced though it.  "Nice," he said, "Tasty.  We could do something with her.  How did you hear about us, by the way?"
     "I'm a subscriber.  Does the name Juliette ring a bell?"
     He laughed.  "Juliette's our star.  She's brought us a lot of additional business, apart from direct sales.  So you know the kind of modeling she does, undies and nude stuff, right?  Would you be okay with that?"
     "Absolutely!" said Jennifer emphatically.  "I don't have a problem modeling undies or being naked."  To prove her point, she lifted up the front of her school skirt and displayed her white cotton knickers.  The guy's eyes went big.
     "We'll set you up with an appointment at our studio in Richmond, for four hours or maybe more, depending on how it goes.  We pay a tenner for every soft picture we use and fifty quid for nude pics.  You'll be present with just the photographer, and you'll have complete editorial control of what we upload.  Anything you don't like, we delete.  If we use a hundred good soft shots and a hundred nudes, you'll walk away with six grand.  Not bad for a day's work, huh?"
He made a phone call and booked us for the coming Saturday morning.  I signed a bunch of papers giving my consent for them to photograph my daughter and some legal shit, and we were done.
     "Oh, my God, I'm gonna be a star!" Jennifer gushed, out on the street.
     "Are you sure you want to be on the internet with half the world masturbating over you?"
     "Absolutely!  That's the whole point, isn't it?"

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     We arrived at the Richmond studio on time.  The photographer, an attractive woman in her twenties, introduced herself as Mackenzie (“Call me Mac”) and looked Jennifer up and down closely.  Then she looked at me and my gaydar went off like a fire alarm.
     "Jennifer's just what we're looking for," she said.
     It was a small room with some lighting equipment and an expensive looking camera on a tripod.  There was a bed, covered by a dark spread, a chair and a blank wall covered by dark material.
     "I'm glad you're in your school uniform, my dear," she said.  "Everyone likes schoolgirls.  Perhaps we can start with some simple upskirts.  Can you sit on the chair and take your shoes off, lifting your leg so . . ."
     "I know," she said, grinning, "to show off my knickers."
     "I think we're gonna get along just fine," she said.  After some upskirt shots, she asked Jennifer to take her skirt and blouse off, shooting all the while, and when she stood there in her vest and knickers, Mac gasped.  "Oh,my God, you're so fucking sexy!"
     "I have a suspicion you're gay,” I said, giving her a friendly smile.
     "If I weren't, what a waste that would be, being around naked preteen girls all day long and I have a penchant for the very young.  Don't worry, I look, but I don't touch.  Your kid's safe with me."  She continued to shoot as Jennifer took her vest off, revealing her perfectly flat chest and then, as she slowly and provocatively slid her white cotton schoolgirl knickers
down revealing her unusually large mound, bisected by her cunt, she paused her shooting.  This was the first time, to my knowledge, that anyone other than myself had seen my little girl's cunt, except perhaps her P.E. teacher, reported to be a lez, in the school changing room and, of course, her school friends.  An electric thrill ran through me.  Knowing someone else was seeing her nakedness was almost better than seeing it myself.
     "Pull your knickers all the way up again," he said, "Up as high as they'll go."  Predictably, this produced an outsized camel toe, which she shot in close up, and then when she lowered her knickers again, she shot her cunt equally closely.  All the while her face was beaming.
     "This so so fun," Jennifer.  "I think you like my cunt almost as much as Mummy does."  She was spilling my secrets, but I didn't mind.  I was having fun, too.
     "Now," Mac said, indicating a large basket of lingerie beside the camera, "pick out some items you think might look good on you and we'll take lots and lots of pictures.  The more we take, the better, because it'll improve the selection process."  While Jennifer rummaged through the pile of knickers I asked Mac if she'd ever photographed Juliette?
     "Once," she said, looking up at the ceiling dreamily.  "A single session of about a hundred knickers and nudes, soft and hard porn.  That girl was such an exhibitionist, displaying her little cunt lewdly even when I wasn't actually shooting.  I'll never forget her.  I fantasise about her to this day.  She's back in Ukraine now, God bless her."
     And so the photo session proceeded.  Jennifer, still in her white ankle socks, selected a dozen or more knickers, white nylon boy shorts, for example, hot pink briefs, tap pants and several pairs of see through knickers as well as some crop tops, training bras and camisoles, and a sheer baby-doll nightie that concealed nothing.  Mac had her in a dozen lewd poses with each garment, shooting from all angles and every time she stripped and selected a new garment, she'd shoot from the hip, catching her in unposed natural positions, and the whole time, my daughter's enthusiastic smile never left her face.  
     Every time the camera flash went off, he'd murmur, "Perfect!" and I had to agree with him that this collection was going to be spectacular, maybe even approaching the level of eroticism displayed by Juliette.  After an hour or so with a couple of hundred pictures in the can, she asked Jennifer to abandon the knickers and simply pose naked, adding, "The better we can see your cunt, the more successful you'll be, so . . ."
     "I know," she said, her eyes bright with excitement, "I wanna show it off like Juliette did."  She lay on the bed, her legs invitingly spread as Mac, now holding the camera, moved in for a close up, then she sat with her back against the head of the bed, her legs pointing East and West in a one eighty degree spread.  Then she closed her legs and lifted them up beside her head to show her tight little bum.  Our attention was torn between the lewd display of her cunt and her inviting smile.  Then she was on all fours, her arse up in the air, offering her brown rosebud and the long slit of her cunt for the whole world to see.  My heart was pounding.  I'd look at her, then shift my gaze to Mac who couldn't take her eyes off her subject.  The more
provactive her pose, the more lascivious I wanted her to be.  I needed her to be telling the whole world that she was beautiful, that she knew it and that she wanted everyone to enjoy her nakedness.
      A hundred or so pictures later, Mac said, "We're running out of poses.  How about I take some pictures of her interacting with you, Misty?"
     "Interacting?  How do you mean?"
     "Well, I'm guessing your knickers are wet.  Don't tell me you're not sexually aroused by your daughter.  I'm not saying that's a bad thing.  If she arouses you on as much as she turns me on, then why not act on it?  Anyway, I'd like to get some pix of you with your clothes off, just for my personal use, as it were."  Oh, my God, she wants pix of me to jill off to!  I start to take my dress off.  Jennifer looks on, enthralled.
     "My daughter and I have never had any actual sexual contact,” I said, “other than watching each other masturbate."  She takes in a sharp breath.  I continue, "I've resisted all my urges to take matters further, but now I'm so fucking turned on that I'm ready for just about anything."  Mac takes some quick shots of my in my bright blue silk knickers.
     "Nice undies," she comments.  I slide them down my thighs and cleanly shaved cunt is now in full view.  The camera flashes again.  "Jennifer, have you ever touched your Mummy's cunt?"
     "I wish, but she won't let me."
     "It would make a beautiful climax to our session and guarantee your status as a porn star.  I've had several young girls here who let me shoot them kissing their Mummy's cunts."
     "Oh, let me kiss your cunt, Mummy, please, please!  You know how much I've always wanted to.  What harm could it do?"
     Plenty, I thought, but I was far too aroused to resist.  I stepped up to the bed, and Jennifer sat on the end, put her hands on my hips and pulled me towards her.  I lifted one foot on to the bed to give her access.  She gazed adoringly at my cunt, then pressed her mouth to it.  The flash fired off every two seconds or so.  I felt her tongue tickling my clit.  She was gazing up at me, adoration in her big dark eyes.  Her hand stroked my bum cheeks her lips sucked on my clit and for half a minute, I was in heaven but then my orgasm started to build and I didn't want to cum in her mouth, in fact I didn't want to cum at all because I was having such a thrilling time and I didn't want it to end.
     "I need to take a break and cool down," I said, "I'm right on the edge."  I sat beside Jennifer and put my arm round her shoulder.  She spread her thighs just in time for Mac to take her last picture, a mother with a gaping wet pussy and a daughter showing off her sweet little cunt.
     "You have a magnificent cunt, Mummy," Mac said.  I kinda liked being called "Mummy" by a sexy girl.  It put all sorts of dirty ideas in my head.  "Do I get to lick it, too?"
     "Oh, yes, go on, Mummy, let her suck your cunt!  I've always wanted to watch two grown-ups having sex."  Before I could protest, Mac pushed me on to my back, dropped to her knees between my legs and went down on me.  She was clearly an experienced cunnilinguist. Jennifer got up, went behind her, lifted her dress and pulled her knickers down.  From my position, lying on my back, I couldn't quite see what she was doing but I suspected she might be touching Mac's cunt, but then she went and sat cross legged at he head of the bed and began to finger herself, her gaze riveted on us as we made love. 

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     We spent the rest of the morning selecting what pictures would appear free on Jennifer's web site and which would be reserved for the paid portion of the album, a total of sixteen dozen pictures, well worth fifty quid each, to my mind.  We'd get free access, of course.  I watched, ruefully as Mac deleted everything we didn't use.
     "It's safer that way.  If we ever get raided, we don't want extra child porn lying around and this way you'll feel safer, knowing what the world is looking at."  The last six pictures were of my darling daughter, sitting with legs invitingly spread to show her cunt.  Mac paid me cash for the session so there'd be no paper record.  It was more than five thousand quid, a nice start for Jennifer's college fund.  "We see how these market," she said, "but I've no doubt you'll be as successful as Juliette, maybe even more so.  You have that combination of star quality and lewdness that our subscribers will lap up.  I'm sure we'll be calling you to come back for more sessions.  I'll create the web page this afternoon and Ukraine will have it up by this evening."  He gave us the URL so that we could find it. I shook her hand and thanked her the delicious fuck.
     "We could do a gay page ourselves," she said, "you and I."
    "I'll think about it," I told her and we left.  On the way home, we stopped off at an electronics shop in Oxford Street and bought the latest digital camera.  It cost a lot of money, but I wouldn't need to have dozens of rolls of film processed ( by whom?).

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     That evening, we logged on and found our page.  We were sitting on my bed, naked as usual, as we scrolled through the pictures.  My cunt was dripping wet, knowing that hundreds, maybe thousands of paedophiles, many of them women, were looking at my daughter's gorgeous little cunt so flagrantly flaunted.  She pushed me on to my back and took my hard nipple into her darling little mouth, her tongue and lips so soft and warm.  Her eagerness to make me cum told me that she did really love me and when I did climax, she lifted her head and gazed adoringly into my eyes.  I took a picture of her naked body and opened a file to start a new collection.
     I'd crossed the line from being just an indulgent mother to being a fucking incestuous paedophile.  I should have been disgusted with myself, filled with self loathing or at least felt some guilt, but no, I was giving my daughter what she wanted most and I was making her happy, and fuck what society might think about me.  If my little girl wanted to show her cunt to
the whole world, I'd help her do it, eagerly and with excitement.

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     My daughter called me from the school office.  This was before the days when every kid had an iPhone.  She said that Little Mo's mum has said if was okay for her kid to sleep over at our house.
     "Great." I said, "you guys can sleep in my big bed and I'll sleep in your room."  Little Mo was a pretty child, young looking for her age which was ten, a year behind Jennifer, but they'd struck up a friendship and this wouldn't be the first time she'd slept over.  The kids got home before I did, Jennifer having her own key, and as I came in through the front door, I called, "I'm home."
     "We're up here, Mummy."  I climbed the stairs and her room was empty so I looked in my own bedroom and there they both were, lying side by side on my bed, both utterly naked, my laptop on the bed between them, their skinny legs spread wide, showing off their little cunts.  Uh-oh!  They looked up at me grinning.  I sat on the bed and took the laptop from Jennifer.  They'd been looking at her new web page, not the innocent stuff but the hard core porn where she was displaying her cunt in the lewdest manner.  I slammed the laptop shut.
     "What did I tell you about secrets?" I said, sternly.  Jennifer's face crumpled.
     "I'm sorry, Mummy, I forgot."
     "We agreed that if anyone ever knew about the private things we do, I could go to jail and you'd end up living in a group home with no mother, right?"
     She burst into tears.  "Mo will never tell anyone, will you, Mo?" she mumbled through her sobs.
     "No, no, never, I swear!"  The kid sounded like she meant it, but I needed some insurance and the only thing I could think of was to implicate her in the same crime.
     "Okay, I believe you, and Jennifer, I forgive you.  Now stop crying and give me a kiss."
     I lay down between them and put the laptop, still closed on my thighs.  "What did you see, Mo?"
     "Jenny in her undies and then Jenny with nothing on.  Those pictures were so naughty, I could hardly believe what I was seeing."
     "Oh, they were real.  I was there.  Jennifer loves showing off her naked body and I love looking at it and we decided that the whole world should see her."
     "I like being naked, too," she said.
     "And very sexy you are, my dear.  Just as sexy as Jennifer."  That would be true if your taste ran to eight or nine year olds, which was how old she looked.  "How would you like to pose for some pictures?"  Her eyes lit up.
     "Pictures like her web page?"
     "Exactly.  Let's look at the rest of those, just to give you some ideas."  I opened the laptop and saw the last picture they'd been looking at, Jennifer, naked, sitting on the chair, her feet up under her bum, her knees splayed and her delicious little cunt centre stage.  It was typical
of the hard core pictures.  "Doesn't she look happy?"
     "I was happy," Jenifer asserted.  "I love it when Mummy looks at my cunt.  Scroll on, Mummy."  Little Mo gasped and oohed and aahed as we went through the collection.  When I closed the laptop lid and looked at her flushed face, I could tell that the pictures had excited her and she was ready to be photographed herself.
     I told Jennifer that she was now my director and I was merely the camera person and she should pose Little Mo in any way she chose, as long as Mo consented.  The little girl seemed eager to adopt any position, no matter how contorted, as long as it showed off her sweet little virgin cunt.  She happily spread her legs, lay on her back, squatted, sprawled, crawled, and
even stood on her hands with her legs at three and nine o'clock, perfectly uninhibited and even though she looked like a child too young to be aware of her sexuality, she got my juices going, stoking my paedophilia and driving my target age down by a couple of years.  Fifty pictures later, we sat on the bed again and looked at the results.  Though not as good a
cameraman as Mac, I'd captured the essence of the session.  The lighting (mostly the flash) wasn't of studio quality, but you could see everything.  Each photograph was centered around Little Mo's lovely tiny cunt and sweetened by her excited smile.
     Later, at bedtime, we went into my bedroom, a naked woman with a dripping pussy and two naked excited preteens chattering excitedly.
     "There's something I want you two girls to do for me," I said.  They looked up at me enquiringly.  "I want you to pretend that you're lesbians in love with each other."
     "What are we supposed to do?" Mo asked.
     "I know," said Jennifer, "we hug and kiss and touch each other's cunts, putting our fingers in and stuff."
     "Wow!"  Little Mo's eyes went big.
     "And then we lick each other."
     "Our cunts?"
     "Yes.  It feels awesome!"
     "How do you know, Jennifer?" I asked.
     "Reading and writing is not all I learn at school, Mummy.  Anyway, it's a secret."  Has my daughter been having gay sex with her class mates, I wondered?  My heart raced at the thought.  I took my camera and got ready and the two little darlings, not quite dry from the shower, embraced, kissed and did just about everything that a preteen lesbian might do, fingering each other, licking each other's cunts and rosebuds, rubbing their cunts together and sitting on each other's faces.  Watching a child who appears to be eight years old indulging in such depraved activities made my heart race and as I recorded it all with the camera, I almost came, hands off.  After nearly a hundred pictures, I called for a break.  They lay on my bed side by side, their little skinny legs parted just for me, their faces flushed with excitement, their bodies glistening with sweat.
     "That was fun, girls," I remarked, a master of understatement.
     "It was awesome," said little Mo, her eyes big and bright.
     "You're so fucking sexy, Mo," said Jennifer.  "I just adore your sweet little cunt.  You taste delicious."
     "You, too,” Mo said.  “I'd never even thought about touching another girl's cunt before today, let alone licking it.  Now I wanna lick you all day and all night."
     "We're not gonna get much sleep," Jennifer comments.
     "Would you girls mind if I slept in this bed with you tonight?"
     "Okay," said Little Mo, and Jennifer nodded in agreement.
     Jennifer was quite correct.  None of us got much sleep at all.

The end.