ALLY’S LUST-ADICTED MOM 12 by Amandablonde

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Feature Writer: Amandablonde

Feature Title: ALLY’S LUST-ADICTED MOM 12

Edited & Extended: Regis

Published: 22.01.2025

Author’s Notes: This is a work of fiction, containing both graphic sexual descriptions and language. If you are a minor or if this is illegal in your area you must leave this page immediately. Under the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.

Synopsis: Amanda is, in this story, a professional photographer, whose business is built around her ability as an accomplished child pornographer. She has a studio in L.A. that is perfectly private, where anything is possible, and she lures mothers with young daughters who might want a few somewhat risqué photos of the little darlings, for their private collection, and to remind the little girls of their growing desires once they have matured and gained experience with men. She has a crew of five, which includes a male and two female adult photographers, and two teenage girls who are adept at videography. The male photographer is also a professional stud, with a set of male equipment, that he proudly refers to as his undercarriage, comprised of a massive cock and a large pair of swinging testicles. He has the skill to make his penis work wonders on the daughters of women who, bit by bit, agree to progressive exposure of their little darlings, moving along to the male photographer undressing, standing beside them, and then to lay his erection beside her little vagina. As the photos are taken, more and more is shown, the man’s penis becomes more active, until the mother gives permission for it to be inserted into the virgin cuntlet of her child, and then the naked little girl is aggressively raped. At this point, things are just getting started.

Ally’s Lust-Addicted Mom 12

“It would be helpful,” I said, considering Amanda’s offer for a vacation at her ranch, “If we had some notice, so we could arrange our affairs, and I could get someone to replace me at my job for the time we’re away. It’s very generous of you to invite us to your private retreat and movie studio. I don’t know New Mexico that well, can we drive?”

“Of course you can,” she replied, “I’ll send directions. You’ll find it quite scenic, and a pleasant drive. You should plan on two, or better, three days if you take your time. I’m sure Ally will love it! You will have fun if you explore along the way. I find the drive there quite relaxing.”

My sweet little girl Ally was very smart for her age and now had gained lots of new sexual experience with both women and men during this long and very productive erotic evening. My beautiful child, now, at ten years of age, in every regard being a woman, would continue to learn a lot about sex, and remarkably quickly!

I was surprised to see it was already after 3:00 AM. We finished getting into our clothes, and Amanda, who is such a sweet lovely woman, picked up Ally and gave her a hug and kiss. A French kiss, with a deep tongue. I was surprised but then noticed her hand had gone under Ally’s skirt to find her quim.

I knew what her fingers were doing but supposed she had earned the right to privately finger-fuck my little girl by giving me more than I had expected. My child was getting her first real finger-fuck from a woman, her sexual mentor. I would ensure her little cuntlet would be no stranger to probing fingers, mine.

Amanda, licking her fingers clean of my child’s pussy juices and Karl’s semen, promised we would have a complete set of photos and videos delivered to our home within the week. We quickly said our goodbyes and headed off to catch a cab home. We would not be up early in the morning.

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It was more than two months later that I finally received a note in the mail that was a formal invitation. I suppose that the personal invitation was inevitable, based on how things had turned at our first photo shoot and the fact I had requested a second.  She had, as she’d said, taken time to think about how we would proceed this time.

The photos and DVDs Amanda had sent to us within a week after that first shoot were incredible. Just a week after I received them, I got a note from her that she had sold all of the stills to three different magazines that wanted more, and the videos to a pair of underground darknet sites that also wanted more, so she said we could go for more if Ally was up to it, and said she was sure my daughter would agree.

Having started down this path under the guidance of the cunning pornographer Amanda, I knew there was no turning back. While awaiting Amanda’s invitation, not wanting Ally to forget what she had learned about sex while we waited, I went to an upscale bar at a five-star hotel I had frequented in the past.

Selecting who I spoke to carefully, I convinced some of the male customers I had some natural sport they might enjoy, “in which we could allow nature to take its intercourse.” They were all interested but had the idea I was a hooker. I immediately set them straight.

When I let each of them know I wanted to introduce them to meet and get to know my ten-year-old daughter, who liked to cuddle with men, I gained their immediate interest. Having seen Karl and Steve at work, I expected that most men might have an interest in experiencing sexual intimacy with little girls, and these men I had selected proved me right.

Ally was surprised the first time I brought a man home, but when I put him with her in her room, left them alone and closed the door, I quickly learned she was as well-educated as I had hoped. I had placed a pair of hidden high-quality video cameras in Ally’s room and watched how things developed from my room on the two large monitors attached to my desk-top computer.

At least twice a week she got to gain new sexual experiences with different men, men with differing sexual tastes, and in the process, we managed to make some additional income, through their generous cash gifts. When I learned the value men gave to having private time with a little girl, I was able to get five hundred dollars with each visit. That came to more than seven thousand dollars a month in gifts of untraceable cash.

Had I chosen instead to prostitute my little girl and have several men come by each night, we could have made a very good living, by providing her new experiences in the ways of sex and of sexually pleasing men. Of course, had I done that, she’d have been nothing but a filthy little whore, and my daughter is much better than that.

By keeping it to just a few men each week, with their generous cash gifts rather than fees, I let my charming daughter develop deeper relationships with her new friends, and if one stepped out of line, as a few of them did, he was not invited back. I always watched closely via my hidden cameras and recorded everything.

As a further source of revenue, through a friend, I opened on the darknet a paysite where I posted the videos, available only to subscribers residing in Arab countries and in the Far East, where such websites were common, and there was a well-developed taste for the sexual use and abuse of little girls.

The customers in those countries preferred to see the sexual abuse of white girls, and Ally played the role perfectly. She knew we were recording the sessions, and did her best to play for the hidden cameras. Ally always performed on top of the bed, so that covers were never a concealing factor.

The website did so well that within a few weeks, I was able to pay off the mortgage on our house and purchase an expensive top-end new car. I also hired a tutor to take care of Ally’s homeschooling, freeing me up to spend more time maintaining our revenue-producing website.

After a couple of months, Amanda’s invitation arrived, asking me to bring Ally down to New Mexico to the film studio she operated, so that she and her crew could make Ally a star, in a full-feature child pornography rape movie.  I could hardly wait to watch my little girl romping naked on set with another team of professional child sex abusers!

Having seen some of what they were capable of doing, I did fear for my little girl a bit, but this was a unique chance for my little Ally to make a difference by starring in rough sex videos. She would have to take her knocks, but that was pretty much what life was about anyway, I rationalized.

Amanda had shown me that the photography sessions under her guidance were quite safe, if a bit shocking, and she had also successfully, and it seems irreversible, turned me to the dark side. I wanted this for my dear little girl, and the promise of a starring role in a real movie, even of that type, proved to be too tempting for both of us.

By this time I could not turn away even if I wanted to.  And I knew I didn’t want to.  The truth was I became highly sexually aroused when I was able to see Ally being sexually used and abused.  It was just a quirk of mine I’d just discovered. I was certain it was quite common, as so many mothers permitted their little girls to get deeply involved in the highly stimulating sport.

I wanted to see my lovely, vulnerable Ally get violently raped by adult men again.  Most of all I wanted to witness the sexual exploitation of my little girl filmed so that people all around the world could get off to it.  I wanted them all in orgasm, corrupted just like I had been.

What I wanted was for my cute little girl Ally to inspire others, men with raging hormones, to rape little girls just like her.  I wanted to start a child rape epidemic, and to be responsible for it! It would do my heart good to have child rapes lead the headlines, and to know that Ally and I had a lot to do in creating the problem.

Most of all I hoped for a worldwide phenomenon of child rape, making the streets unsafe for sexy little girls to romp and play in short skirts or short shorts, their little cunts not far out of reach, fearing they might be ferociously raped, severely beaten and then perhaps even killed, just for the sexual excitement of it. God, that would be exciting!
We packed the car, I told Ally that we were on our way to visit our photographer friend Amanda, and we set off for the long drive to New Mexico.  I was excited.  My pussy was creaming at the thought of what was to come.  I made a special fuss over Ally so that she felt very special and the center of attention, which she truly would be.
The six-hundred-mile drive took a couple of long days on the road, but we finally arrived in the tiny village of Animas, New Mexico, with a population of one hundred and fourteen, quite near the Mexican border. I had asked about Amanda and her place and got clear directions to her ranch, near Animas Peak.

When I checked the map, I was pleased to see it was virtually surrounded by a nature reserve. It would be hard to imagine a more isolated spot. It would be perfectly safe to stage any kind of sexually violent activity we wanted to engage in, without concern for anyone stumbling across our secret.
We made it without too much difficulty and, surprising myself, without getting lost. Once we headed out of town on the right road we could not go astray because there was only one road. The blacktop ended about thirty miles out of town and after that, it was all gravel. It proved to be a long and dusty drive, with almost no traffic, just the odd farm pickup truck.

We at last came, as instructed, to a gate that bore a hand-lettered sign …“MacDonald Ranch. Keep the Fuck Out!” Below that were the words, “Private Property! Trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law!” It was clear that Amanda did not encourage any unexpected visitors. A third sign read “We shoot every third salesman. The second just left.”

THE END OF CHAPTER TWELVE