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I have been dating my Carl for about two years now. My mom wasn't too thrilled about it because he is ten years older than me. I’m twenty four and he is thirty four. Eventually mom was able to see that Carl and I was a good match and she stopped harassing me to find someone my own age. A few weeks ago, I made the big step and decided to move in with Carl. The time just felt right.
Carl lived in a small bachelor apartment and with me moving in space was going to be tight. Now Carl is definitely your typical bachelor. There wasn’t a clean spot anywhere for me to place any of my things. He had so much junk that he had accumulated since his college days. I don’t know how he could find anything in his place. I am not a huge neat freak or anything but I like having some order to things.
I suggested to Carl since I moved in that maybe we could go through all of his stuff (I was very careful not to use the word ‘junk’) and donate whatever we could to charity and the rest we could throw out. Carl thought about if for a few days and came to me one night and said we could spend the upcoming weekend sorting through everything. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly and said, “Thank you baby,” and we ended up having incredible sex that night.
Saturday morning we woke and I put on a pot of coffee and slipped into my sweats. Carl began to haul out several boxes he had in his closet and said we might as well start with these. Carl had collected well over a hundred VHS tapes of porn, most of them he collected during his wild days at college.
I sat cross-legged on the floor, setting my cup of coffee down on the floor next to me and pulled the first box open. I marveled at all the old porn tapes before me and admired the colorful sleeves they were in. There were some that were over fifteen years old. Some of the cheesy titles were pretty far fetched, like ‘The Porn Identity’ or ‘Flying Hands Solo’. Where the hell do they come up with these titles? I really got a good giggle out of some of them.
After I finished the first box and threw out over half of them, I dug into the second box. Carl and I continued to laugh over the ridiculous titles and some of the porn stars and their crazy hair or the slutty outfits. I pulled out the next video and looked at the female on the cover, “Carl, check this out. Doesn’t she look like my mom?” Carl grabbed the video from my hands and laughed, “No, this chick is too young to be your mom! This chick is thinner than your mom too. There’s a little bit of a resemblance but really Sandy, there’s no way in hell that would ever be your mom.” He handed it back to me, and I looked at it again, “Yeah I guess you’re right, I couldn’t imagine my mom doing anything like this.” But curiosity got the better of me. Something just kept nagging away at my gut and I suggested to Carl that we stop for a break to watch the tape.
“Babe, I don’t even own a VHS tape player anymore,” replied Carl.
I looked at him with a little pout on my face and batted my baby blues at him and said, “Honey, we can run out and go get one and then we can watch it…please?” How could Carl resist that? He grabbed my hand and pulled me up and we ran out to Wal-Mart and bought a VHS tape player on sale. We grabbed some McDonald’s for lunch on the way back and hooked up the tape player.
I didn’t say anything to Carl, but looking more at the picture on the tape cover, I was pretty damn convinced that ‘Mindy Melons’ was my mom, Donna. I turned over the box and read the copyright on it and that the movie was made back in 1991. I was seven years old at that time. I recalled that was when we were living in Phoenix, just after my dad ran off with some bimbo. I could also remember my mom sitting up many nights at the kitchen table with her head in her hands crying, wondering how we were going to pay the next rent, or the bills for her car or the utilities. I used to walk up to her and give her a hug and tell her, “Its ok mommy, it will be ok, don’t cry.”
The movie popped up on the 42" screen, and there was "Mindy Mellons" a lady that looked like a thinner, younger version of my mom. She was wearing a pretty slutty piece of lingerie with her nipples peeking through and was on her hands and knees, sucking one of the largest cocks I’d ever laid eyes on. The guy had both hands on her either side of her face and was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. I couldn’t believe how much of that cock she could take! Then the camera panned back and there was a second male fucking her from behind. I have to admit that I was feeling pretty turned on watching it and began to rub my pussy through my track pants. The woman in the video then changed positions and she was riding the large cock that was in her mouth, and the other guy was about to insert his dick into her ass. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The woman began to moan loudly as they both fucked her holes. Their balls were slapping against each other as they filled her ass and her cunt balls deep. The guy she was riding was sucking intently on her large erect nipples. By now my panties were soaked.
I looked over at Carl and he looked over at me at the same time. I could see the boner that had formed in his jogging pants and I smiled my knowing naughty grin. “Come here baby,” he said as he rubbed his hard on. I got up off the floor and straddled over top of his hard on and began to rub my soaked panties through my track pants over his hard dick. He pulled me tightly against him, burying his face into my tits. I pulled back for a moment and stripped off my t-shirt in a flash and tossed it on top of one of the boxes of videos, exposing my perky and firm B cup tits. I ground down hard against his crotch, rubbing my clit against his hard shaft causing him to groan out loud. I cupped both my tits into my hands and offered him my hard pink nipples. “Suck them baby, suck my pretty titties,” I taunted. Carl ravaged my tits, wrapping his arms snug around my waist and tossing me onto my back on the sofa, climbing over top of me as he thrust his hard dick harder against my throbbing aching cunt. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist and pulled him tighter against me. Carl kissed me lustfully; his tongue probed the far depths of my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, trapping him in my mouth as I clawed at his back, and pulled his shirt up over his head. He sat up and tore my sweat pants from my legs, at the same time removing my soaked panties. He threw open my thighs and ran two of his fingers across my wet slit then buried them deep inside me. With his other hand he rubbed my swollen pink clit while he stroked my inner walls. I arched my back to take his fingers deeper. Within moments my body jerked and twitched as I came hard from the expert finger fucking.
Before I even had a moment to recover, Carl ripped off his track pants and buried his rock hard cock deep inside me. I clung tightly to him as he thrust his thick seven inch tool deep inside me. My fingers scratched at his shoulders as he sunk in deeper than ever, hitting my cervix. I screamed out, “Oh god yes Carl, yes, fuck me harder, harder baby drive that baby home!” He fucked me savagely, ramming his dick deeper and harder, my walls gripped onto his cock tightly and once again I could feel the heat rising in me as I contracted in another massive orgasm. Carl began to growl loudly as he began to shoot thick creamy rope after rope of hot cum deep into my womb. He collapsed in a sweat on top of me, mashing my tits against his sweaty chest. We lay there panting, trying to catch our breath. I laughed and said “Fuck baby we should watch my mom fucking on tape more often!” He laughed and his shrinking dick slipped out from my cream filled pussy. I could feel his cream trickle out from my well fucked hole and run down my ass cheeks. I squealed and told him I was about to make a puddle on the sofa, and he scooted down quickly and began to lap up our juices leaking down my ass. I groaned and spread my legs wide open and watched as he cleaned up my slick cunt. He looked up at me from between my legs and with a twinkle in his eye; he latched onto my throbbing clit and sucked on it hard. I screamed as his tongue flicked my clit furiously, “Oh my god Carl, I’m gonna cum again!” I twisted my nipples and bucked up against his mouth and came once more, collapsing into a quivering mass of jello. When I finally opened my eyes, Carl was sitting there with my legs over his lap, caressing them softly with a pleased with himself look on his face. “Holy shit Carl, that was fucking intense, and oh so incredibly awesome!”
After our intense fuck session, we continued to go through the rest of the tapes, and managed to clean up the rest of his bachelor apartment. Later that evening, I went online and did a google search on ‘Mindy Melons’ and was stunned to learn that she had made over forty X rated movies between 1991 to 1993, including several gang bang movies where she was shared by dozens of well hung studs.
My mom got married a few years ago to Dan, a nice guy she met on Match.com. The following day, I went to their house for Sunday brunch. She could tell I had something on my mind. I waited until Dan went out in the garage to work on his Mustang and then I told her about my discovery while cleaning Carl’s apartment and asked her point blank, “Mom are you Mindy Melons?" Mom couldn’t look up at me and I saw a tear run down her face. She cleared her throat and took my hand and admitted her shady past as a porn star. She was very worried about how I found out, worried that Dan would find out. She said Dan would never understand and he would leave her if he ever found out. I hugged her and assured her that Carl and I thought it was cool and would never tell anyone.
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