“Fuck,” I swore after my wife delivered the news. “What the hell is wrong with her? Doesn’t she realize something like this will follow her forever?”

“I know,” Kathy said, looking as distraught as I felt. “I told her that, but it’s not like we can do anything about it now.”

“Like hell we can’t,” I blustered. That’s all it was, just a bluster, because you can shut Pandora’s box or put the cat back inside a bag.

“She’s nineteen,” Kathy reminded me. “Once she signed that release form, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Except stop her from doing it again,” I said, still pissed at the news that our daughter had done an adult video. “Have you seen it yet?”

“I just found out about it,” Kathy reminded me. “Do you even want to see it?”

“Hell, why not? If it’s out there for all the world to see, why shouldn’t we watch it, too?”

Kathy laughed. “We should watch it in front of her.”

“Hell, I’m going to watch it and jerk-off!” I exclaimed, raising the shock value even higher. “I mean, that’s what guys do when they watch porn, so why shouldn’t I do it, too?”

“Do it in front of her!” Kathy said, laughing and jumping at the outrageous suggestion.

Laughing with felt good. Truth is, things between Kathy and I had been tense since Patti had started college. Life had gotten challenging during the Great Recession when Patti had lost her job. While she eventually found another job for half the pay, our budget remained tighter than nun’s worthless pussy. Add Patti’s college bills to the mix and laughter had become a foreign sound around our tiny house.

My smile faded as I pointed out, “If she had stayed home to go to college, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I know,” Kathy agreed without calling me out on how it had been my idea for Patti to go away to school. “But we wanted her to grow up.”

“Not like this,” I sighed. I went into the kitchen and returned with a beer for each of us. Fuck, I was tired of drinking cheap beer. “Did she at least make some money doing it?”

“I think that’s why she did it.”

“Does that make her a whore or a porn star?”

“Is there a difference?”

“Not much,” I grunted, knocking back that first beer. Though Kathy was still working on her first, I brought back two more, knowing my wife could keep up with me for at least a little bit. “Shit,” I said as I popped the top of beer number two.

“But how are we going to get her to stop?”

“Fuck if I know,” I said, feeling low enough to limbo beneath a throw rug.

Kathy snuggled close to me. “I love you,” she said, kissing my bicep. “We’ll think of something.” I believed her. No matter how many curveballs life had thrown at us through the years, we had always faced them together. Our daughter’s shitty choice would become one more of those. I fell even deeper in love with the wonderful woman I had married so many years ago.

“It would freak her out if we watched it with her,” I said.

“Do you think you could do it?” Kathy asked, opening her second beer. I shrugged. I probably could. “What if you got hard?”

“You think I have a thing for our daughter?” I asked, surprised Kathy would go there.

“No, I just know what usually happens when we watch porn together,” she said, kissing my arm again.

Figuring out that she was teasing me, I relaxed and went back to our previous joke. “So then we do it in front of her.”

“Stop teasing,” Kathy laughed, slapping my leg. “Now remember, when she gets home, you’re not supposed to know anything about it.”

“I don’t get why she told you and not me.”

“Because she thinks I’ll help make it easier telling you and she knows I manage the checkbook. Guess she thought I’d appreciate her finding a way to make some fast money.”

“Why couldn’t she just dance like you did back in the day?” It wasn’t often I mentioned the days my wife spent stripping, but it wasn’t a secret that’s how I met her. I had been the bouncer at the door, making me one of the few men who could only look without ever touching her. I say it like that because I wasn’t an idiot. I knew what used to happen during private dances. The girls would get up close and personal with the guys, rubbing against their hard pricks, and if the guy was well behaved, she might let him touch her ass or squeeze a tittie. Not me, though, because I worked at the club. I could watch, but I could never touch.

“Because the holy rollers have closed down all the strip clubs,” Kathy pointed out. “Doesn’t leave a lot of choices for college girls and single moms.”

“At least Patti is only one of those things.” I sighed, frustrated with her choice. I glanced at the clock above the TV and saw I didn’t have a lot of time before Patti came home for the weekend. Finishing off my beer, I got up and took a shower.

* * * * *

I could tell Kathy felt as stressed out about our daughter’s news as I did by the way she kept knocking back beers with me. I was finishing up beer number five and Kathy was starting her fourth as headlights flashed in the driveway. It was all I could do to act normal as Patti carried a big sack of laundry into the house.

We bostancı escort finally sat down as a family in our living room. Kathy and I sat in our usual spots on either side of the small couch that faced the TV while Patti sat in the only easy chair. I once had a British friend who would say someone was “well into their cups” when they were working on getting pissed (drunk) and that applied to how Kathy and I felt by the time Patti got around to revealing her news. I wasn’t drunk, but hearing her news from our daughter’s mouth did make me pissed.

If Kathy was worried I wouldn’t act surprised once Patti revealed her moneymaking scheme, my reaction tossed that concern far out the window. “What the fuck are you thinking?” I bursted out as soon as she delivered the news.

Patti looked as if I had slapped her in the face. She immediately looked to her Mom for help. “Well, dear, how did you think he was going to react?” Kathy asked, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t know,” Patti said with a heavy sigh that sounded much like the many sighs that had escaped my mouth since hearing the news. She faced me and asked a stupid question. “Is it because your daughter is having sex, is that the problem? Because that’s not something new for me.”

“Yeah, a teenager who likes sex, what are the odds?” I asked, unable to hide my sarcasm. “I’m sure glad I waited until I was married before I did it the first time.”

Kathy snickered when I said that.

“So, what’s the big deal?” Patti asked, looking dismayed. “At least this way I’m getting paid.”

“So do whores,” I pointed out, hating myself for letting that slip out.

Patti narrow her eyes at me in the same way her Mom did when she was pissed off. “I’m not being paid to fuck. I’m being paid for them to film it. I happen to like fucking whether there’s a camera on me or not.”

“Me too,” I shot back. “And so does your Mom.”

“Then why is this a deal?” Patti asked as if she had just cured cancer.

“Because it never goes away,” Kathy tried explaining.

“So?” Patti said in that snotty tone I always hated most from her. “I’m an art major. I draw naked people in class, so you think anyone is going to care if I fuck in front of a camera? How does that make me less of an artist?”

“Because anyone can see you do it,” Kathy said.

“Just like how anyone can see all those paintings of naked people hanging in museums?” Patti shot back. She was on a roll and took it too far when she added, “Just like how any horny guy in the county could have seen you naked back in the day?”

Silence fell across the room as Patti and I both looked at Kathy for her response. I sat up, knowing my wife wasn’t going to take that kind of bullshit from our daughter. “You’re right,” Kathy said in a much calmer voice than I expected. “And if they had enough money, I would take them into a little room in the back, give them a private dance, and rub against their hard-ons for as long as the money lasted.” Kathy smiled at me. She wasn’t saying anything I didn’t already know.

“Technically, she never rubbed my hard-on until we started dating,” I added.

“So how is what I’m doing that different?” Patti asked, smirking as if she was winning.

“No, dear, you’re right,” Kathy said, reaching across the couch and patting my knee. I took the hint that my wife was setting up Patti to take a fall and I smiled. God, I love that woman! Patti had tossed her best curveball over the plate and I knew my lovely wife would knock it out of the park. I couldn’t wait. Kathy slid across the tiny empty space between us, cuddling closer to me. “It’s mostly the same, isn’t it?”

“Yep,” I said, playing along.

“I made guys hard and that’s what our daughter is doing. It’s exactly the same.”

“Except for the orgasm part,” I pointed out. “You didn’t give guys a lot of orgasms.”

“Sometimes,” Kathy said, giggling. “But you’re right, that wasn’t the idea. At least not inside the club. Still, I’d like to think I was part of a couple fantasies.”

“Baby, you’re my favorite fantasy,” I said, giving my wife a kiss and squeeze.

“Aw geez you two, really?” Patti groaned. “Why don’t you just blow him already?”

“The best part about being a dancer was picking out my stage name. Did you at least give yourself an interesting porn name?” Kathy asked, unwinding a bit from my arms and behaving herself.

“Oh God, I didn’t even get to pick it!” Patti complained, revealing her porn name was Trixie Fair.

Kathy gave me a big smile and I read her mind. We might eat a lot of hamburger instead of t-bone steaks, but we could still afford sending our daughter to college while keeping internet at our house. I tapped that name into a search engine and quickly found a link to her video. “It’s twenty bucks,” I whispered to Kathy.

“Do it,” she whispered back, turning on the TV.

“What are you doing?” Patti asked, finally figuring it out. Our daughter was pretty, but that didn’t make her the sharpest tool in the shed. If she had scored higher on her college exams, she might have earned a few scholarships and college wouldn’t be so expensive. ümraniye escort bayan Or, she would realize nothing good could come of starting a life of porn.

“We’re going to watch your movie,” Kathy announced. “Together. As a family.”

“Bullshit!” Patti cried, making a play for the remote that didn’t work. Her Dad had played too much football back in school to let a little wisp of a girl like her get that close to the remote.

“Yes, we are,” I said in my sternest Dad voice. “And you’re going to sit your narrow ass right in that chair while we do it. You see, that’s the point we’ve been trying to make to you. You put shit like this on the internet and anyone can see it. Including your Mom and Dad.”

“Fine, you bunch of pervs,” she said crossing her arms over her chest and pouting as she sat back down. “Go ahead, watch your daughter get naked and fuck, see if I care.”

Buying a movie through a pay service meant sitting through all the previews at the beginning while it downloaded just a little faster than it played. I suppose I could have fast-forwarded, except I didn’t want to miss a single second of Patti onscreen. No, not because I wanted to see my daughter naked and fucking, but because I wanted to torture her. I wanted to see her squirm as Mom and Dad sat through ever moment of her porn debut. Hell, if there credits at the end, I was willing to sit through those, too.

“So, you guys watch a lot of porn?” Patti asked as the previews played.

“Did you think you invented it?” I asked, laughing at her.

“What about you?” she asked her Mom.

“If you really want to know the truth, we have a closet full of porn in our bedroom. Why else did you think we still own a VCR?”

“Oh God,” Patti groaned, rolling her eyes.

Kathy and I traded an amused little glance at each other. Though it had been years since we had used the VCR, I knew right where the our box of porn sat in the closet. Not all of it was on tape, of course. We probably had close to a dozen DVDs, too. But with the ease of finding porn on the internet, who needed those old technologies?

Patti couldn’t let go of the idea. “So you watch a lot of porn together?”

“It’s how we wound up with you,” Kathy revealed, unafraid of telling the truth. Or maybe the beers had gotten to her? Kathy could be a handful when she got drunk. She tended to lose her filters. Even back during her dancing days the bartenders knew when to start watering down her drinks. I had seen a drunk version of Kathy onstage and sweated about us getting closed down because of her antics. Pulling out your g-string far enough to give some guy a glimpse of pussy was one thing. Pulling your g-string to the side and fingering your pussy while onstage was something very different.

“Oh God,” Patti repeated in that same exasperated tone and another eye roll.

“Fuck, how many ads for phonesex and cam sites are there?” I groaned, heading into the kitchen for another beer. I thought long and hard before grabbing one more for Kathy.

“Get me one, too, baby!” she called out, as if reading my mind. Against my better judgement, I did. The eighteen pack of cans I had brought home felt very empty. Usually that much beer will last us for a three or four days. I could have counted the remainders, done the math, and figured out the exact number, but I had very little interest in doing any math at the moment.

I sat next to my wife and she cuddled close again. That was fine. I like my wife. I like having her close, too, except feeling her tits pressing against my bicep was having the wrong effect on me. I guess it didn’t help that we had played this scene many times before. It always started the same way, with us sitting on the couch fully clothed as the porn began. Kathy liked it that way. She liked seeing my hard cock straining against my jeans. She said it reminded her of dancing, except this was better, because she could play with my bulge as much as she wanted.

“Don’t let me get hard,” I whispered to her, as if she had any control over my body.

“If you do, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

“If it happens, it’s your fault.”

“Why mine?”

“Because you’re the one pressing your tits against me,” I said trying to change how she pressed against me.

I sincerely think she was trying to dangle a carrot in front of my nose with what she said next and not trying to make things worse. “Behave yourself and we can do anal tonight,” she cooed in my ear.

“Bitch,” I growled, feeling an instant change inside my pants.

“What are you two whispering about?” Patti demanded.

“I just promised your Dad I’d give him anal tonight,” Kathy said and I knew I shouldn’t have brought her another beer.

The shocked look on Patti’s face as she gasped at her Mom’s candor made Kathy and I laugh pretty damn hard. “Be glad she didn’t make that offer the night we made you,” I said, making the two of us laugh even harder at our blushing daughter. She drew her knees to her chest and curled in a tight ball as the title screen for her movie swirled onscreen, Dirty Debutantes Debut,

2. “I like the alliteration kartal escort of the title.”

“Ooo, part 12!” Kathy exclaimed. “I sure hope they resolve the cliffhanger ending from part 11!” Again, we shared a good laugh up until the time they started showing the stars of the movies. For a full five seconds, our screen was filled with the image of our naked daughter facing the camera and riding a big, fat cock while her fake porn name spun into view. “Holy shit,” my wife whispered to me and I felt the same way.

The first scene began with an interview of an attractive brunette who looked about the same age as our nineteen year old daughter. “I’m not in this first scene,” Patti pointed.

“So what?” I asked. “If you can star in a porn, then we can watch the whole thing.”

“Do you know her?” Kathy asked. Patti shook her head.

“She wasn’t there the day I did my shoot, but that’s the same house. It’s sort of interesting. They rent these big empty houses by the river. Someone said the guy who owns the company owns a realty company, but I don’t know. I just know most of the house is empty except for the furniture we use.”

“Probably rented furniture, too,” I said, quickly figuring out the business model. I had always wondered about the houses I see in porn movies. Who would open their doors for a porno? Based on what my daughter was saying, the house would be for sale. I briefly wondered if the rich bastard who bought the house ever knew they were buying a porn set. That idea made me smile.

“That’s the director talking,” Patti explained as the first girl was being interviewed. “She wasn’t really working the camera, but we had to keep looking at the camera as if she was. The real camera guy was cute, though.” The director asked the girl on camera her name, sexual history, whether she preferred boys or girls, and what kinds of things she had done in real life. “They told me they wanted me to sound as inexperienced as possible.”

“It’s like watching a movie with the commentary on,” Kathy noted, sipping her beer. “So, how many people are watching you do it?”

“Gosh, I don’t know, maybe four or five?” Patti said before listing off nearly a dozen different people; two camera guys, a sound guy, the director, a person who did make-up, her co-stars, and a couple more people. Like I said, our daughter is pretty, but there’s a reason she’s an art major and not a math major.

“So four or five, if you don’t count all the other people in the room,” I said. Patti nodded that I had it right while Kathy playfully slapped my leg and giggled.

The young woman on screen got naked for the camera, showed off every inch of her body (including bending over and spreading her asscheeks), and after an abrupt cut, she sat in the middle of a couch making out with another girl.

“Oh, I know her!” Patti said as if spotting a friend in a wide-shot of a football game. “That’s Angie. I made out with her, too. She’s really fun.”

Kathy and I swapped a look. “Did you know she went both ways?” I asked in a quiet whisper.

“Doesn’t mean anything. I fooled around with a lot of girls when I was dancing, but I’m still straight.”

“Well, mostly straight,” I said, giving her a tiny peck on top of her head. Kathy might not mess around with other girls anymore, but she sure could enjoy the fuck out of watching some lipstick lesbian porn with me. Knowing she had done most of the stuff we saw in lipstick lesbian porn made it even hotter and I think that’s why that opening scene got to her. It had been a while since we had watched any lesbian porn. As the action began on screen, I felt my wife squirming next to me. “Problem?”

“Shut up,” she said with a lustful giggle that told me how she was really feeling. She ran her hand up my thigh and I pushed it back to my knee. I didn’t need the help or the temptation. “Chicken,” she whispered.

Patti stood up and walked passed us. “Where do you think you’re going? I asked. She said she was just getting a drink of water. While she was in the kitchen, I told my wife, “I’m going to own your ass later.” We shared a deep kiss. That wasn’t a great idea, but I didn’t care. Facing adversity always brought Kathy and I closer together. Guess we’re just funny like that, but having hot sex always took our minds off our troubles. You can’t worry about how you’re going to pay the gas company when you’re busy having an orgasm.

“Get a room,” Patti said as she came back into the room.

“We’ve got one,” Kathy said. “This entire house.”

I have no idea how much porn Patti may have watched in her life. Still, I’m sure it was more awkward for her sitting through hardcore porn with her parents than it was for us.

Kathy and I have watched a lot of porn together, enough that we tend to notice little things like production values and when a videomaker is putting a new twist on an old idea. I didn’t know the entire series though I could guess the premise. It wasn’t enough showing a new starlet doing things for her first time (and I never buy into that fantasy). No, for this series, the unseen director kept interjecting herself into the action by asking questions like, “Ready to have a girl eat your pussy for the first time?” Or its converse, “Ready to eat pussy on film for the first time?” The girl on screen would say she was and then that action was shown. It was a novel twist that made watching the action more interesting.