Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2019 10:26:30 -0800 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Porn Stars Porn Stars by Misty Meadow My mother died in childbirth and my father remarried three years ago when I was nine. His new bride, whom I think of as Mum, was only seventeen, is now twenty and we're often mistaken for sisters. At twelve, I still haven't had my first period though, to my delight, I've recently noticed my boobs are beginning to grow and I found a couple of tiny hairs growing just above my cunt. Dad's a Detective Sergeant in the London Met., and works in Scotland Yard's paedophile unit. This amuses my grandma, because she says that Dad is a cradle snatcher himself, having married a teenager who looks a lot younger than her actual age. His job is to track down those who sell child porn on line. "I'm not interested in guys who download it," he once explained to me, "even though possession is illegal; after all, they're just looking at pictures. It's the guys who coerce or force kids to pose naked that I'm after." He often worked at home, especially at the weekends, as pornographers don't stick to office hours. He worked in chat rooms, pretending to be a young girl, snaring dirty old men who were looking for pictures of naked youngsters. Sometimes, he asked me to help him, to coach him in the vernacular of preteens, providing him with realistic spelling and grammatical errors. Thus I often got to see pictures that his targets sent to him, young girls and boys, almost always naked, some flaunting their private parts shamelessly, others not quite so happy. Most of the girls were beautiful, with inviting smiles on their faces, other pictures were frightful, showing girls tied up, or forced to endure anal sex, their pain showing on their faces. Other girls' faces were splattered with cum, and though some were smiling, others showed disgust. Dad aggressively went after those sellers of the ugly shots, often letting the happier girls' photographers off the hook. He couldn't chase them all; there just wasn't enough time in the day. In order to convince his targets that he was a real paedophile and not from law enforcement, he'd send sample pictures of a naked "underage" girl, using shots he'd taken of Mum, who, with her tiny tits and hair in plaits, looked under sixteen, the age of consent in the UK. Mum was perfectly happy with this arrangement, allowing him to email pictures of her shamelessly flaunting her cleanly shaved cunt as she lay on her back so her tits flattened, with her legs spread and an inviting smile on her face. Often his strategy worked and his targets sent child porn pics back, but they started complaining that she wasn't young enough for their taste, even though he claimed she was only thirteen. It seemed a lot of guys liked girls much younger. One day after a series of frustrating failures, he told Mum that his strategy wasn't working and he wished he had "dirty" pictures of her when she was younger, say sixteen, but they hadn't even met then and all she had from those days were boring holiday snaps. "Dad," I said, "why not use pictures of me?" He looked shocked. "I'm not going to email illegal pictures of you, Misty. You're my daughter, for fuck's sake!" "I wouldn't mind. If Mum can show off her cunt for the camera, why can't I?" He looked at Mum who shrugged. "It's for a good cause," she said. "To be honest, I get a certain thrill knowing that people out there are looking at my cunt. Misty could pose nude with her face covered by, say, a hat or a book, or her head turned away with her hair hiding her profile. A fan would work, too." "But they like to see a smile on the girl's face," he pointed out. "Most of them want to know that she's happy to be photographed, that she's not being coerced or forced." "You wouldn't need to force me," I said, smirking. "I'm an exhibitionist just like Mum." "No shit," Dad said. "Neither of you have any shame at all, swanning about the house in your undies or buck naked." "Be honest Dad, you fucking love it, don't you." His facial expression told me I was right. I was pretty sure that behind his moralistic police facade he, himself, was sexually aroused by the pictures that his "victims" sent to him. "Naked pictures of you would be the child porn that I'm trying to stop," he said. "I'm not going to pimp out my own daughter, however noble the cause." "But you'd be doing it in the name of law enforcement," I pointed out. "Leave it to me," Mum said. ____________________________ "Are you sure you don't mind?" Mum asked, the following day when I came home from school. We'd discussed doing a schoolgirl strip-tease shoot to convince Dad I was the perfect bait for his police work. "Not a bit. Dad's gonna love me." In their bedroom, Mum used her phone, taking pictures every few seconds I sat on the end of their bed, lifting my legs one at a time to take my shoes off, providing a nice upskirt view, then stood and dropped my pleated uniform skirt, revealing my white cotton schoolgirl knickers. I unbuttoned my blouse and spread it wide to display my newly bought training bra through which my growing nipples were visible, then reached back and unfastened it, letting it fall down my arms. In knickers and white ankle socks, I posed, sitting, standing, lying down and even squatting as Mum clicked away with her phone, then stood to take my knickers off, ever so slowly sliding them down, an inch at a time until my cunt came into view. When they were down at mid thigh, I put my hands on my bum and thrust my hips forward lewdly. My unusually large mound displayed my vertical slit which was about to develop into a real cunt with lips and everything. "Oh, that's so fucking sexy!" Mum murmured. I let my knickers fall then sat on the end of the bed, lifting my legs to take my socks off giving the camera a clear view of my cunt with it's few small hairs, then fell back, lifting my legs up to my chest to display my bum hole. "I think your dad's gonna like these," she said, as we looked at the screen. In every picture, my face bore a dazzling smile of invitation. "Why don't you strip so Dad can compare us," I suggested. Without hesitation Mum did a reprise of my act (minus the ankle socks) and we downloaded both sets of pictures to her laptop. We scrolled through them once more. "You're tits are growing," Mum remarked. "Soon you'll be a woman, though I must confess, I love you as a little girl." "Dad does, too," I said. "Have you noticed how he looks at me when I come out of the shower, and how he likes to come into the bathroom when I'm peeing?" "Well, you do look cute sitting on the loo with your knickers round your ankles. We should get a picture of that." "Later, when I'm dressed." I stood in front of the mirror, trying to see myself through the eyes of a paedophile. I knew what excited them, thinking of the pictures that they "sold" to Dad, shots of them sucking cocks or actually being fucked, sometimes anally, though I though that would hurt a lot. For a twelve year old, I hadn't exactly lead a sheltered life. Mum stood behind me, put her arms round my and fingered my nipples. They immediately, got hard, small but firm. "Does your Dad ever get sent pictures by women?" she asked. "You spend more time than me looking over his shoulder while he works." "Once in a while." "Gay women are often into little girls, and looking at you now, I can understand why. You'd melt the heart of any lesbian." "But you're not a lez, Mum." "How do you know? Perhaps I'm a little bit gay, you know, like bisexual? I wouldn't mind a bit if you grew up to be gay. I wouldn't have to worry about you getting pregnant." One of her hands slid down my tummy until her fingers touched my cunt. She paused, waiting for my reaction, but I just smiled at her. I saw and felt her middle finger running up and down my slit, then it slid into me. "Mmm, nice," I murmured. "This feels ten times better than when I touch myself in bed at night." There! I'd just confessed to my Mum that I masturbated. "How long have you been doing it?" "Three years or so." "Yes, I started young, too. I was about eight when I had my first orgasm, rubbing Teddy on my cunt. He developed a bald patch on his head." I giggled. I reached behind and put my hand between her legs and she gasped. "Oh, my God! Misty, you could drive me crazy!" I felt a warm glow of happiness, knowing that Mum, just like Dad, was sexually attracted to me. I felt empowered, believing that as my body matured, their attraction would grow. I knew I should feel guilty about this, but I didn't. It was just too wonderful. She kissed my neck, then drew back. "We'd better stop before I get carried away." I wasn't disappointed; there'd be other times. ______________________________ We were still naked when Dad came home. "What are my two darlings doing in the nude?" he asked, gazing at us. "We have something to show you," Mum said. We went into the living room and Mum played him the two strip-teases we'd downloaded. "How are these for paedo bait?" "Holy fucking shit! They're awesome! I'll be raking in whole fucking porn rings with these. Wow, Misty, I'm shocked. I have to say that I hadn't quite realised how fast you're growing up. Your boobs have started to grow." "And look at the hair on my cunt." "Perhaps you should shave it off, just to look a little younger." "Okay, whatever works." Dad scrolled through the two sets of pictures once more, this time much slower, staring closely at every one. "I can't use these at the office. I'd be guilty of the same crime I'm pursuing, but I can use them here at home. Delete them from your camera and I'll download them to a USB stick then scrub them from your laptop. You do realise, Misty, that if I use these, they might spread virally." "But only to child porn fans who aren't going put them on Youtube. My friends or your colleagues aren't going to see them." "True," he conceded. "But my God, you're so fucking sexy!" He paused. "There's something missing." "What?" we chorused. "I hesitate to bring this up, but how would you both feel about some girl on girl sex? There are tons of guys out there asking for it, especially mother and daughter sex. It wouldn't have to be real, you could just fake it for the camera." I look at Mum and here face is alight. "Could we do videos?" I ask, eagerly. "No reason why not. You'd need a camera man, or woman." "You!" we cried, in unison. "Admit it, Dad, you'd get a kick out of it, filming me and Mum having hot sex together." "We could put on an awesome show for your victims," Mum urged. "And for you, too, Dad," I said, boldly, "don't tell me you wouldn't enjoy it." His face wore a guilty smile. "When would you like to do it?" he asked. Mum and I looked at each other. "Now!" we both insisted. "Lets go upstairs and shoot it in the bedroom," Mum added. 'I want to shower first," he said, disappearing upstairs. Mum suggested I put on my white cotton knickers, for that young girl look, and she found a pair of nylon briefs with a transparent panel in the front that did nothing to hide her cunt. Coming out of the bathroom wearing just a small towel round his waist, Dad set up his camcorder on a tripod, "Keep it down to about a minute," he advised, "so the emails don't take too long to load." When we were ready, Dad started filming as Mum and I embraced and kissed, pulled each other's knickers off, then lay on the bed. I was on my back with my legs spread as she ran her hand all over my body, then circled my cunt, getting ever closer until her fingers pressed into me. I opened my legs wider for her and her fingers went deeper as she leaned over me and kissed my hard nipples. Then she slid down the bed, lying with her head between my thighs and pressed her mouth on to my cunt. Her tongue briefly probed, and then licked me up and down, finally going to work on that little bud that was my immature clit. I'd never felt anything so thrilling in my whole life. Long after the allotted minute had passed, Mum was still making sweet love to my cunt with her mouth and fingers and inevitably, I felt my orgasm building, growing hotter and wilder until my cunt exploded with a burst of pure lust, the heat spreading through my whole body. My legs wend rigid and my toes curled. She sensed her triumph and lifted her head to look up at me, adoringly. "Cut!" Dad called. "That was fucking awesome! You girls are amazing!" He looked down at the bulge in the front of his towel. "Look what you've done to me!" "Oooh, Daddy's got a hard on!" I crowed, laughing. Mum grabbed the towel and he tried to hang on to it as she pulled it off him, tossing it aside. I have to confess, he looked awesome standing there with his enormous cock pointing at us. "Isn't that magnificent, Misty?" Mum said. I had to agree. I'd never seen his erection before. Soft cocks look silly but hard ones are exciting, I decided. I determined to get to know his better in the days to come. "Now, Dad, what about part two?" "Part two?" "Yes. Mum ate my cunt, now I have to eat hers. It's a rule." "It'll attract more 'fans'," Mum added. His face lit up. "Okay." This time we started naked and I sucked on Mum's tits then got down between her legs. Close up, her cunt was fascinating, with big floppy lips with pink folds inside and a huge clit up at the top. I sucked her lips into my mouth, then pressed my face between them. They felt hot against my cheeks. I pushed my tongue into her, wishing it was longer, then went to work on her clit, sucking it in and out rapidly until she came, crying out like a porn star. I looked up at her proudly, happy to have sent her to heaven, and her adoring gaze made my heart swell. I rolled on to my back and looked at Dad who'd stopped filming and was gazing at us, stroking his rigid cock. "Don't you dare cum!" Mum cried. "You need to save it." "For what?" He took his hand off it. "So Misty can film me sucking it." "Is she ready to see that?" Mum snorted derisively. "She's probably seen more cock sucking on the internet than you have." I nodded my head, then stood behind the mounted camera. Mum sat on the side of the bed as Dad stepped up to her. She took hold of his cock and put it in her mouth, fondling his balls at the same time. After a half a minute or so, she lifted off and looked at me, her eyebrows raised. I let the camera run as I sat beside her and she got up and took over the filming. I looked up into Dad's eyes. He seemed to be in another world. I took hold of his shaft and kissed the tip of his cock, then put out my tongue and licked it. It had a faintly salty taste that I quite liked. Then I opened my mouth and he pushed his hips forward, putting about four inches of iron hard cock inside. I masturbated him with my lips, then pulling back a bit, went to work with my tongue, pushing it under his foreskin and swirling it around as he groaned in ecstasy. Oh, this was fun! Cock sucking was going to be awesome! "I'm gonna cum!" he croaked. "On her face!" Mum cried, "on her face!" He pulled out just in time as two long streaks of cum shot on to my face, then for or five smaller blobs. I milked his cock until the last drop oozed out and I licked that off, then licked all the cum that my tongue could reach from my face. I found my white cotton knickers on the floor and wiped my face with them, then pressed them to my face and inhaled. The smell of fresh cum was thrilling. Mum was still filming so I turned and looked into the camera lens. "Next time, I'm gonna swallow it all," I said with a dazzling smile on my face. Cut!" she cried, adding, We never got that shot of you on the loo, peeing," I pulled my cum soaked knickers on. "Let's go and do it now." ________________________________ The next weekend, Dad was on the internet, trolling the chat rooms where he knew paedophiles lurked. He knew all the phrases and code words they used to indicate what they were looking for and he had irresistible bait to offer them. In exchange, they naively emailed him masses of pictures and videos of children, some quite thrilling, some utterly repulsive and by Sunday evening, he had a list of about a dozen of the worst of them, scenes of sex acts that approached torture. He took the list of emails to Scotland Yard on Monday, where they would be traced, warrants issued, computers confiscated and charges leveled. His bosses were over the moon. By the end of the month, dozens of arrests had been made, leading to more as defendants rolled over on other pornographers. Dad had become a star. "I don't know how you do it," his boss told him. "You're a fucking genius. I'm recommending you for promotion." When he told us about that, he didn't seem very happy. "They'll give me some admin job," he told us, "so I won't be looking at any more naughty pictures." "I think you have enough," Mum said. Dad had saved every bit of child porn that had been emailed to him, then winnowed out all the bad stuff and kept to good ones, loading them on to a USB stick that he hid in a place even we didn't know about. They numbered in their thousands. "We can always make pictures for you," I told him. "You always insist that sex should be consensual and be seen as such, and we all consent, don't we? There's all sorts of stuff we can film that we haven't done yet." "Like what?" he asked, though he must have seen every kind of perversion imaginable. "Anal sex," Mum suggested. "Fisting," I offered. "You eating Misty's pussy," said Mum. "Golden showers," I add. "Misty and I with a double ended dildo," Mum said, a dreamy look on her face. "Me with a strap-on," I offered. "Fucking me and you with it," Mum added. But what about the big one?" I asked, "the elephant in the room." "Elephant?" Dad looked puzzled. "You haven't fucked me yet," I pointed out. "She could sit on your cock while I rub my cunt in her face," Mum offered, creatively. "All of it consensual?" he asked, a shit eating grin on his face. "All of it!" we cried. The end.