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Feature Writer: Amandablonde
Feature Title: ALLY’S LUST-ADICTED MOM 16
Edited & Extended: Regis
Published: 26.01.2025
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 16
Amanda turned off the television set and put the lights back up.
“That was Ally’s screen test and promotional video for her movie. We had cue cards made up for her to read. Wasn’t she wonderful?” then she whispered, “It’s going to be used as a commercial to advertise the new movie she’s going to star in.”
“You two have been busy,” I said, astounded that Amanda had got Ally to do so much in such a short time.
I had put my darling little girl into the hands of an absolute professional, and I was already seeing amazing results. I had to once more fight back the urge to take a pee, my prime response to sexual excitement.
“I want to get started first thing in the morning,” Amanda said, “I need to get us fed, watered and rested. We do want Ally to look her freshest best for the cameras tomorrow, don’t we? We’ll just be doing publicity stills to start with, for use in advertising, as well as for sale to those who pay to watch on my darknet website. “I’m afraid we’ll also have to do some real pain things, darling, just to make your child’s screams in the shots believable, because we now know you can handle them like a real trooper, dear, and to let people get to see our newest little porn star in action with brutal kiddie rapists. Ally knows the ropes by now, don’t you, dear?”
Ally grimaced but said nothing. I could see she was remembering the pain and humiliation she had endured at Amanda’s L.A. studio. We went inside the home. Amanda’s chef had fixed us a meal of steak, beans and grits, with rye whiskey to drink. Amanda insisted Ally drink some too, and she did.
The alcohol relaxed her, and she became quite chatty, even boisterous, with her younger side showing. She was acting like a kid because she was one. She slid out of her jeans and was wearing no panties. She was quickly learning from her mother. Her cuntlet, still painted from the photo shoot and damp from her arousal, was in plain sight, the dangling inner lips open.
What Ally was now remembering was the fun of being fucked, and the high degree of attention she got from everyone during her last shoot. With the help of the unfamiliar alcohol, her agile, buoyant and unpredictable young mind was blocking out the part about the pain or humiliation of being photographed and videoed while she was being violently raped.
Amanda and I tucked her into bed after her bath and watched until she was asleep. Then Amanda took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom.
“Let’s get naked, fondle and watch some fun porn,” she spoke quietly, “The studio’s been particularly busy for the last few weeks, and has produced some great new product — I have some very hot new videos here that I’m certain you’ll like.”
She popped a DVD on, helped me undress and then stripped naked herself. She beckoned me to her bed as the movie began. As I hoped, it featured the brutal gang rape of a titless pre-teen girl no older than Ally.
I lay back on the pillows and purred in pleasure as Amanda went to work on my body. It was delicious to watch brutal kiddie porn with this creative, sensuous woman, and I was glad already I had agreed to come. Amanda and I both came repeatedly as we watched the rape, and then she did something curious.
She straddled me as I lay on my back, and kneeling with her legs wide, positioned her groin over my head. I looked up at her open womanhood, its curled inner lips spread invitingly, and teasingly extended my tongue toward it. She brought her cunt down over my nose and mouth to be serviced.
I gladly did what she asked. Her dangling inner lips were delicate and tender in my mouth and teeth. Her firm buttocks pressed down on my breasts, spreading and bulging them. We both came again and then, cuddling, drifted into blissful sleep, comfortably cradled in each other’s arms. It wasn’t in the least about being in love but instead had everything to do with being in lust.
666
The following day dawned bright and sunny. We enjoyed a hearty breakfast before Amanda said it was time to go to the studio. We went to the pickup and drove along the track that headed over the ridge behind the house. The dusty gravel road went down into a dry gulch and then up over another higher ridge.
There we saw it, nearly completely hidden, nestled in a natural rocky basin. It looked like a huge industrial structure the size of a warehouse or double-sized aircraft hangar. There were several other vehicles parked outside, so it appeared things inside must be well underway.
Amanda parked the pickup and led us to a side door, where we discovered she had a private office. It was a comfortable but not fancy space. A chair, desk, filing cabinet, another pair of chairs for visitors, a large television monitor and DVD player, no doubt used for reviewing the movies as soon as they were completed.
There were also a pair of larger wall-mounted screens to monitor work in progress in the studios. I had no idea what would be inside these, as I’d only ever before been in Amanda’s L.A. studio, which was primarily for stills and pornographic videos, not real movies. We passed through into the rest of the building and the main production area.
Amanda explained that the facility had five distinct sound stages, technical suites for post-production, a wardrobe, makeup, a hair stylist studio and dressing rooms, and a staff room for relaxation. This was a well-designed and laid-out studio, at least to the eye of an amateur like me.
Amanda now made nearly all her porn here, as her family photo business in the city posed some understandable risks, and was used primarily to introduce mothers and their young girls to the business, to the point they were ready and anxious to move ahead to the next step in the progression to extreme porn.
Amanda passed Ally into the care of her wardrobe assistant to fit her out in some suitable outfits, and to get her hair and makeup on to ready her for her shoot. I insisted on big false eyelashes and bright red lipstick for her, since they made me feel hot seeing how my innocent young daughter changed while wearing them.
I had found that extended stage eyelashes made her look very sexy, particularly when she screamed, cried and pouted. I was sure lots of that would be on the agenda for today, as it always was for Amanda. She liked her muscular nude studs to play hard with the girls, providing exciting action for the cameras as well as for their mothers.
Amanda then introduced me to some of the staff cameramen, photographers and lighting assistants as we walked through her impressive facility. I was surprised that she introduced me to them as a consenting mother. Although that was true, it hardly seemed to be their business.
I had somehow assumed consenting mothers were the only kind that would bring a daughter here. The sound stages were all enclosed and soundproofed, with TV monitors outside the big glass windows so that visitors could enjoy everything about the rough action inside, without disturbing anything.
I guessed that Ally had already seen this setup on her visit the night before when she’d made that very naughty video commercial for her movie. Amanda said a studio tour was on the agenda, but Ally hadn’t mentioned it. She had too much of other things on her mind.
Ally had referred to in in her commercial, and of course, had makeup applied, eyelashes put on and her hair done for the brief shoot, with all the preparation likely done here. The first of five sound stages we came to was in use, for the filming of the gang rape of a pretty young Latina girl.
Everything looked very professional, as Amanda’s productions always did. The naked child, an eight-year-old, was tied to a Saint Andrews cross in a fake square of some imaginary Mexican village, with her mother naked and bound to a framework where she would witness whatever evil befell her daughter.
The buildings were skilfully painted on big canvas backdrops. It looked pretty realistic. That wouldn’t matter much, because all eyes would be on the fate of the bound and screaming naked little girl, where her bound naked Mexicunt bitch of a mother had a front-row view.
I guessed that she had got her daughter into this, and then had tried to pull out. Amanda wasn’t the kind of woman to put up with bullshit. The cameras were rolling as two Mexican women in spike-heeled shoes, open-crotch jeans and nothing else, their large firm boobs exposed, lashed the child’s back with whips.
This violent attention caused big welts to form on her skin. When they desisted a big burly Latino guy came into view. He undid his fly, reached inside and pulled out one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen. Amanda knew how to find them! This guy was hung like a fucking stallion.
The cameras moved in for a closeup as he stroked his penis with his large fist. Then they zoomed back as he advanced on the girl, who stood spread on the cross, sobbing in her bonds. The guy spat on his hands and lubricated his big raging now fully erect cock with his wet palms.
He then mounted the girl suddenly and roughly from behind, without even taking down his pants. I held my breath as I watched the violent ass-rape, taking care not to make any noise to disturb the recording, unsure if I would be heard from outside the sound stage.
The naked bound girl thrashed and screamed. It was simply delicious watching that huge cock drive into her and then hammer her in her colon like a pile driver. What a magnificent power fuck he gave her, while she was strapped to that big cross! That would be a video to see!
When the director finally called “cut” I spontaneously applauded. Amanda led me away during the pause in the filming and we completed our tour of the facility. At last, Amanda looked at her watch and suggested we go to find Ally, as it was now time to make a start on her photo shoot.
THE END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN