A Model Mother - Conclusion.

PC Charles had been interested as soon as Emily Stainthorpe's activities came to his attention. Investigating reports of illegal pornography usually meant hanging around the sex shop in town or catching a guy selling out of a van at the market. So, the reports of explicit material being sold at the newsagents in this relatively small town raised eyebrows.

When the tip-off came in that a very attractive woman was both selling and also starring in explicit and illegal material, she became his number one priority.

PC Charles' was not one to cut corners, and his research had resulted in a stack of magazines and one video in his evidence cabinet back at the station.

After a while you become numb to this kind of filth, but Emily's work was on another level. Taking evidence home was strictly forbidden, but PC Clarke was a law unto himself -- he'd been doing the job for so long nobody would ever question him.

He'd never done this before, but he found himself smuggling the illicit material home and masturbating furiously over the evidence.

Each time did this, he told himself that was the last time. And yet he'd find himself in the same position the next day -- a slightly sore cock and a guilty conscience.

The more he did it, the less guilt he felt. The smile on Emily's face as she submitted to sexual acts which almost certainly would consign her to hell spoke to him. He could swear that she was enjoying it.

The video which he'd got a younger officer to procure backed this up. Emily smiled and laughed throughout a long session where seven different men took turns having sex with her.

Sometimes she had three of them inside her at once, and even then her hands were full. At the end, a disgusting, dripping mess, she gave a little speech, smiling into the camera and telling her audience how much fun she'd had, and how she'd be along soon with a sequel.

This was unlike anything PC Charles had come across before. The videos they usually confiscated were grainy and featured girls who were uninterested or, worse, possibly being forced into performing for the camera.

Emily's smile, which returned throughout proceedings when she didn't have a penis being forced into it, or when she was screaming in what was surely genuine enjoyment, gave her away for what she was.

Accompanied by young PC Wokingham, PC Charles entered the shop. Darren Wokingham had only been on the force for a few months. PC Charles had, the evening before, ordered him to take Emily's video home so he could 'appreciate what they were dealing with' today.

Darren knew he wasn't supposed to, but he couldn't help but be aroused by what he saw. Actually, aroused didn't even begin. But he told himself that he couldn't give into his base urges, and with enormous willpower had managed to keep his hands off himself, the fast-forward button helping a bit as he skipped through when it all got a bit too much.

After a tortuous sleep, haunted by incredibly disgusting and arousing images which were seared into his memory, and which kept him as hard as iron throughout the day, he was going to meet this woman for real.

When they entered, he got a surprise, as Shannon, who he'd attended the local college with, was serving behind the counter.

"Oh, hi Darren!" She greeted him warmly. PC Charles gave him a glance to remind him of his position, and he nodded, unsmiling. Shannon sensed this wasn't a social visit and surreptitiously pulled a newspaper across the counter, hiding what she'd been flicking through.

"Good evening, Madam," PC Charles said formally. He turned to examine the magazine rack. As usual, Emily was starring in more than one of them, and this month appeared on the cover of 'Naughty Neighbours'.

'W*nk on Me! Covergirl Emily needs contributions!' the salacious cover announced, across a picture of Emily naked and smiling, her most interesting areas just concealed by the strategically positioned lettering. The policeman took this magazine down, examining the cover carefully.

"What can I do for you officers," Shannon said. She was relieved that 'Razzle' was sold out. Shannon alongside Emily on the top shelf would have made things look even worse - although the devil in her would have liked to see Darren's reaction to her new career.

Shannon tried to adopt a relaxed and friendly tone. Under the newspaper she'd moved so subtly were pictures of her boss and mother-in-law being fucked by three men at once.

"We've had reports of indecent material being sold in this shop," the older policeman said. He put the magazine down on top of the newspaper. Shannon gulped. PC Charles began flicking through, stopping when he got to the centrefold.

The picture showed Emily with three fingers deep inside herself. Her hand glistened in the bright studio lights. Her other hand cupped a firm breast, offering it to the camera.

"That's OK though, isn't it?" Shannon asked quietly. "I mean, I just take the stock in and sell it, I don't really know what's allowed and what's not."

"Indeed," was PC Charles' only response. "But you do know this woman, don't you?" He nodded at the picture of Shannon's mother-in-law. She noticed Darren's eyes glued to the picture.

PC Wokingham's friend Chris had actually been one of Shannon's first sexual experiences. Darren had been in the room as she'd squeezed inside the same sleeping bag as Chris, and he'd fingered her clumsily at a sleepover, years ago. Chris had promised he wouldn't tell anyone, but Shannon knew guys rarely kept that promise.

"Yes, she's my boss -- this is her shop." Shannon said compliantly.

"A bit more than just your boss -- you are married to her son, I believe?"

Oh shit! This was more than just a check on a rumour or tip-off. They'd done their research. If they knew this, there was very little chance that they didn't know all about the illegal hardcore pornography which Shannon's knees touched under the counter.

Maybe they also knew that Shannon was preparing to follow in Emily's footsteps. She was readying herself for a visit to Alan's studio in only a few days, where she had a shoot with two men, her first hardcore set, booked in.

"Yes, that's right. I manage the shop, but Emily owns it." Shannon wasn't going to give anything away.

"I think you'd better give her a call."

As Emily walked in, immaculately dressed and looking, Darren thought, like a supermodel, the men breathed in her perfume. She took off her long coat and placed it and her bag on the counter.

Darren desperately tried to force himself not to look the suspect up and down. Her body didn't just invite appreciation, it demanded it. She wore a black polo-neck seater which clung to her breasts, accentuating rather than hiding her firm nipples.

Seams ran down the back of her stockinged legs, which emerged from a skirt which was just on the border between businesslike and nightclub. Her heels made her whole shape look utterly ladylike. Emily turned confidently and smiled at her visitors.

Emily knew this day was going to come -- there was no way she'd have been able to continue supplying the town with hardcore pornography from her little shop without something coming back to bite her. Her first task was to try to steer attention away from her daughter-in-law.

Emily was completely responsible for all of this, and she knew it. She'd assured Shannon that, when the day came, she'd take the consequences, and that's exactly what she meant to do.

Her only weapon was her sexuality. But it was a powerful weapon, and she was extremely well practiced in its use. When PC Charles made his accusation, that she'd been selling hardcore porn from her little newsagent shop, she decided that the dumb, sexy, accommodating approach was her best hope of limiting the repercussions for her crimes.

"Well, yes. I mean, I just thought, everyone seemed to enjoy the pictures of me on my own so much, and everyone was asking to see me doing a bit more. I was having lots of fun, so it seemed a shame to disappoint."

As she spoke, she went around the other side of the counter and brought up a handful of magazines. PC Wokingham was wide eyed as she opened to a scene of her as usual, naked and surrounded by cock.

"I see," was PC Charles only response.

The older Constable was considering his options. The correct approach would be confiscation of the illicit material, and an appointment back at the station the next day for further questioning.

Right now, that seemed like a ridiculous thing to do. Sure, he'd confiscate as much of this as he wanted. There were several issues he'd not seen yet. But, after twenty-five years in the force, he was about to abuse his authority for the first time.

If there was one thing Emily wanted the policemen to do, it was to abuse their authority.

"Let's see your tits," he said, clearly. There was a pause of a few seconds as everyone recognised and adapted to the immediate and drastic shift in the atmosphere. Darren Wokingham's jaw dropped. Shannon became indignant.

"What! You can't make her..." but her mother-in-law's breasts were already hanging free. Emily awaited instruction.

"PC Wokingham, the suspect appears to be exposing her breasts to you," he said, turning to Darren. Darren glanced at Shannon, who was still looking shocked, then back to the incredible sight of Emily Stainthorpe's firm, large breasts. She was cupping one in her hand, understanding exactly what Darren's senior officer required from his young charge.

"Come over here and have a feel," she said alluringly. "Shannon, I think you'd better leave me to it."

Looking worried, and slightly disappointed, Shannon moved towards the exit.

"No!" PC Charles said immediately. "She stays." Shannon immediately locked the door and pulled the blind down.

The young PC glanced at PC Charles, who nodded in the direction of Emily's chest. Placing his helmet down on the counter, he raised a hand tentatively. Emily took it and guided it onto her left breast.

"Mmmm, that's nice. And the other one too, don't be shy. Is this what you wanted to see officer?"

All eyes watched Darren massaging and caressing Emily's breasts. With a gentle push, she guided his head down and he was soon sucking on her nipples, which responded nicely to the attention.

"Very good," PC Charles said appreciatively. "Now," he spun the magazine he was still casually flicking through. "Let's see you do this." The picture showed Emily sucking a cock. She immediately dropped to her knees.

"PC Charles!" Darren cried, shocked at what his superior officer appeared to be demanding.

"Trust me PC Wokingham," was the reply. "You won't regret it."

"You won't," Emily Confirmed with a smile. "I can guarantee it! But if I do this, do you promise I'm not in trouble?"

"Oh, you are in trouble, Miss Stainthorpe. At the moment we're just deciding exactly how much. You can help yourself a lot by remaining compliant."

Emily looked up at him, still on her knees. She was bright enough to understand that a prosecution was unlikely to follow if she took care of the policemen. And if she refused consequences were certain. But she was worried about Shannon. Emily would happily take on the whole police force if necessary. But her daughter-in-law, that was different.

"OK. But Shannon, this is nothing to do with her. I'm more than happy to do whatever you need me to -- both of you. But please leave her out of this."

"I'm sorry Miss Stainthorpe. Shannon has everything to do with this. She's been knowingly and willingly distributing hardcore pornography to this community for months. She is in exactly the same position as you. Now, please continue."

The atmosphere in the room was edgy. Darren was dazed, turning between PC Charles, Shannon, and Emily, whose hand had begun to rub the front of Darren's jeans.

Emily looked at Shannon apologetically. This had not been her plan, and she'd do whatever it took to keep her safe. She hoped that she'd be able to keep both the policemen distracted and Shannon could be kept out of it.

But Shannon didn't look like a frightened young woman. She had a glint in her eye which Emily knew only too well. Her daughter-in-law winked and nodded for her to carry on.

"There we go. That, Darren, is what this whore is good for. All she is good for." Emily was working on Darren's cock, which was still mostly soft. The feeling of all eyes on him was shrinking his pleasure, and his dick. But Emily wasn't someone around whom cocks stayed soft, no matter the circumstances.

"Give him one of the magazines, Shannon," she said, holding his dick and slapping it against her tongue. "That's a good one, yes. Have a look at the centrefold." Darren did as she asked.

"Do you know how many cocks I sucked in that shoot?" Emily asked in a loud whisper. "Fourteen. Fourteen men gave me their cocks, I got them all rock hard and sucked them off, one after the other." As she spoke, her hand had slipped between her legs, her skirt having been raised as she crouched.

Emily pulled her skirt a little higher, showing off lacy stocking tops. She fixed young Darren with a seductive stare.

"Have you got a girlfriend, PC Wokingham?"

Darren nodded. Shannon remembered, he was going out with Tracey, a pretty girl she used to work with at the supermarket.

"Does she like to suck your cock? I bet she doesn't do it like that, does she?" Darren was swapping between the view of Emily sucking hard cocks in the magazine and the real-life version coaxing an erection from him. And it was working.

"Does she do this?" Emily asked sweetly, before sliding the semi erect cock right down her throat. Her tongue extended and lapped at his balls. She choked herself, forcing her lips all the way down his shaft, making him almost lose balance with her enthusiasm to swallow it all. When she withdrew, he was as hard as iron.

PC Charles stepped in, easing Darren to one side. Standing her up with an air of authority, he pulled down Emily's knickers. She stepped out of them immediately. She was then lifted onto the counter, and Darren beckoned back in.

"There's only one thing to do when you come across a woman like this, PC Wokingham." PC Charles explained to his junior partner. "And that's to fuck her. It's the only thing this whore understands."

His visit into Emily's throat, and last night's research still fresh in the memory, Darren didn't need any further encouragement.

Emily wrapped her legs around the young policeman and pulled him inside her with her heels. Shannon found herself moving to the side of the fucking couple, her eyes demanding that the view of this nice, thick cock sliding into the cunt she'd seen so many times, was not broken. This did not go unnoticed by PC Charles.

"What does it feel like to have such a slut for a mother-in-law?" he sneered. Shannon raised her eyebrows. The truth was, and this was cementing the fact, she loved that Emily was a whore. And the situation they were in was rapidly surpassing all the other times she'd been astounded by just what her boss was prepared to do.

Shannon couldn't help but acknowledge PC Charles with an almost imperceptible grin.

When someone is trying to exert their authority over you, to subjugate you and even humiliate you, the knowledge that you are actively enjoying the situation has the effect of shifting power dramatically. Whilst PC Charles might have pictured himself as the oppressor in this situation, this was no longer clear. Shannon's reaction to his attempted verbal bullying had not been what he'd expected.

By now Darren was starting to increase in pace, fucking Emily all the more strongly. The girls both recognised this as a sign that he was striving towards pleasure that was edging closer with every thrust.

"That's it, give this whore what she deserves. Fill that dirty little cunt up." PC Charles muttered. Emily couldn't have put it better herself, and the men were dumbfounded to see the effect on her. She began a climax which milked young PC Wokingham, contracting on his cock and encouraging the eruption which began at exactly the same time.

Emily was gasping for air. Even by her standards this was hot. She wasn't sure if it was the forbidden nature of the situation, the older guy egging on his younger officer, the fact that both men still wore their uniforms, or that her daughter-in-law was watching on so closely. But whatever It was, it was amazing.

PC Wokingham withdrew. A slight trickle of his semen emerged immediately. Emily knew there was a huge load in there, she could feel it. Darren had shot it deep, deep up inside her.

PC Charles hadn't finished.

"Right then." He said, meaning to exert his authority and driven by one disgusting thought which had been growing ever since that smile had flickered across Shannon's face. "You are on cleanup duties."

He was addressing Shannon. At first, she thought he meant for her to clean up the shop, and looked around in confusion. Emily grasped his intentions before the young girl did.

"I'm sorry, but no." she said firmly. "Me, I'll do anything. But you can't make her do that." PC Charles raised an eyebrow.

"I think I'll decide what I can and can't do. But why don't we throw that question over to Shannon."

Shannon looked confused.

"Sorry, what?"

"I think he means," Emily started, "Cleaning me up." She nodded down at her slightly gaping cunt, sperm just starting to gather, ready to drip down onto the counter. Involuntarily, Shannon licked her lips.

"Oh! Right!" Shannon's reaction surprised Emily as much has anyone. The same dirty little smile flashed across her face even more obviously now. "Well, I mean, you've already done everything you can. And I guess this is the only way we can stay out of trouble, right?" she said it hopefully, a little bounce in her voice.

It was blatantly obvious to everyone that this wouldn't be a punishment for Shannon. Emily felt a little rush of excitement. Her daughter-in-law had just watched her fuck the young police officer and was now being ordered to eat up his cum from inside her.

There were so many reasons why this was wrong. Shannon would be going home to Emily's own son with the taste of his mother on her breath. She was nearly twenty years her junior. She was ostensibly being forced into this, blackmailed by a corrupt police officer. And Emily was in a relationship with Shannon's father. So, for Emily to become aroused in this situation was not how most women would react.

Emily was not most women. And neither, it seemed, was Shannon.

Emily had thought about other women before. It didn't turn her off, and she was more than willing, as with anything sexual, to try it. But she'd never fantasised about it. All her dirty thoughts very definitely included men. Men with nice, hard cocks.

Her eyes locked with Shannon's as her young manager stood between her legs. One hand instinctively reached out and grasped Emily's breast. Shannon looked at Emily's naked body daily and had wanted to feel how firm they were for a long time.

Smiling, Shannon knelt, her face inches from her beautiful, disgusting feast. She was savouring the moment, as was Emily and indeed their audience. There was nobody receiving any kind of a punishment here.

The young girl's tongue flicked out and tentatively licked Emily's pussy, swollen and sensitive from the attention PC Wokingham had administered. Emily felt a shudder rush up her spine. Shannon began lapping up around Emily's perineum and anus, where sperm had been tricking.

"Oh yeah, that's nice," her mother-in-law whispered. In a trance. "Oh fuck, that's good!" Emily groaned as Shannon's tongue found her clit. It was good -- really good. But she still knew she shouldn't be doing it.

"Oh god! Shannon! Are... are you sure this is OK?" Emily's body had already made it very clear that it wanted this to continue. Shannon was enjoying this even more than Emily could have guessed.

PC Charles was now behind Shannon. She felt his hand roughly feeling around under her skirt, and gasped as she felt her underwear being yanked down to her knees. Shannon saw Darren move behind her, and she arched her back and opened her legs slightly to make sure her former classmate got a good view.

Emily saw the older officer positioning himself behind her daughter-in-law, bending his knees slightly. He was old enough to be Emily's father, so could have been Shannon's grandfather. Emily was responsible for this.

"No!" she cried, the urgency weakened by Shannon's tongue, which was gently lapping at Darren's semen before returning to circle her clit, spreading sperm thinly over her before licking it clean. "No! you can't!"

"It's OK," Shannon said, and her smile told Emily she meant it. "I want it." Emily saw the officer's face twitch and his eyes roll slightly. Shannon's reaction told her he was inside now.

"What about Stephen?" Emily gasped.

"What about dad?" Shannon replied immediately. Emily realised that her son, like Oliver, would have to accept that his girl's body was her own property to share and enjoy as she saw fit.

As soon as the acceptance and understanding took hold that Shannon was now, just like her, a genuine slut who did not want or need protection, Emily's orgasm built. That her shop manager, daughter-in-law and, yes, friend, was climaxing from almost the minute PC Charles started banging into her from behind, relaxed her, and she was able to enjoy the situation.

Shannon had been dreaming about this from the moment she'd seen Emily posing on the pages of all of those magazines. The reality was even better than she'd hoped, helped a lot by the fact that this old, slightly overweight policeman was fucking her so well.

Just like Emily, Shannon was greedy. Two people enjoying her body wasn't enough, not when more were available. She raised her head and turned to Darren, chin shiny with Emily's juice and his own cum. He was just standing silent, watching on, his cock still hanging from his black trousers.

"You're a hungry little whore, aren't you?" came the rough observation from PC Charles as Shannon's hand snaked out and took hold of PC Wokingham's dick. It was still slightly slippery with the same fluid Shannon was coaxing from her mother-in-law with her insistent tongue and, occasionally, fingers.

Emily's orgasm, the very first time she'd experienced this with a woman, was now convulsing through her. Shannon knew how to time the little finger she pushed inside Emily's anus with perfection, and it sent Emily to heaven. PC Charles was watching this with a disgusting leer fixed across his face. She wondered if he'd tell the other officers about this.

Emily could tell the older man was pumping sperm into Shannon now. The leer had turned to a grimace, and he let out a series of obscenities as his actions became involuntary.

Darren watched on in amazement. He, like most of the year group, had a crush on Shannon at college. She'd been in the class opposite, and he'd time his exit at lunchtimes and at the end of the day so he could walk behind her and admire her legs. She always wore short skirts and attracted admiring glances from all the boys.

And now those same legs were stretched out in front of him, toned and beautiful, slightly on tip-toes to aid the guy old enough to be her grandfather to get maximum penetration as he pumped sperm deep up inside her.

PC Charles staggered back slightly after withdrawing. A trickle of his semen immediately danced down Shannon's inner thigh. Emily sighed; they were done.

Shannon, however, wasn't finished. Unlike Emily she didn't get the incredible excitement and relief of group sex at least weekly This was her first experience, and she did not want it to end. Turning to Darren, her hungry mouth, having brought a girl to orgasm just minutes previously, slipped around his cock.

Darren gasped in amazement as the beautiful Shannon followed Emily in sucking his hard dick. And his amazement multiplied when Emily, fresh from her first feeling of a female tongue on her clit, slid under her daughter-in-law. Gravity and Shannon's vaginal muscles meant she was greeted with a large drop of PC Charles' sperm just as she got her first taste of pussy. She liked it.

Soon Shannon was drinking down Darren's second load of cum. He was amazed -- his girlfriend always turned away at the crucial moment, but Shannon's cheeks hollowed and her eyes begged him to fill her mouth.

As if to try to take Emily's crown as the dirtiest woman in the building, she dismounted from her mother-in-law's face and knelt to share a kiss, Darren's sperm spilling from her mouth into Emily's and adding to the mess as their tongues wrestled excitedly.

There was a long silence after the officers left. The girls looked at each other, their faces glistening with the combined sexual fluids of each other and the two policemen who had each left the premises extremely satisfied. Emily was the first to talk.

"I guess I needn't have worried about you then."

"Nope," Shannon shook her head, smiling. Until now Emily hadn't realised the extent to which Shannon had been influenced by her behaviour. She felt like she should feel guilty. But Shannon's smile made that very difficult.

"Are you sure? I mean, I love all that, obviously. But I mean... what about Stephen?"

"What about dad?" It was the same response as earlier, and there was no answer Emily could give. If Emily could have sex whenever she saw the need, what right did she have to expect Shannon to do any different?

Yes, Shannon was married to her son. But Emily was living with Shannon's father. So those two things cancelled each other out.

"Do you think they'll be back?" Emily walked over to the door, the panda car was just pulling away.

"I'll be amazed if they don't come back. The only question is how many others they tell. It's a pretty sweet deal for them -- we do what they want, and we can stay in business."

"Lucky that what they want is what we want too then," Shannon replied immediately.

"Is it?" Emily questioned, looking closely at the pretty young girl she seemed to have corrupted so completely. Emily was more than OK with paying a regular sex tax to the police in return for her business continuing trading. But was Shannon?

"Yes," Shannon replied, immediately and without any consideration.

"And what about... I mean, your dad, he knows exactly what I do, obviously. What will Stephen say when you tell him what happened today?"

"I don't know for sure. He's probably not going to like that Darren was involved. He's not a friend exactly -- I promised him I wouldn't fuck his friends. But he knew Darren at college. I think he'll be OK though, given the situation."

"You know, thinking about it, him and PC Charles have a lot more to lose than us. I can't see any way they are going to want the world to find out what they just did."

"I suppose not. Abuse of power, gross misconduct I'd imagine. And as for Stephen, I think he's looking forward to this weekend more than I am."

"This weekend? Oh, yes! Your shoot with Alan! Do you know who is going to be joining you?"

"No idea," Shannon grinned. Just like Emily, she didn't care. "It's all Stephen's been talking about, when he's..." for a moment Shannon started to moderate herself. It was an automatic thing, ingrained from years of being brought up as a respectable young woman. But she realised that it was stupid to be shy after everything the girls had shared.

"When he's fucking me," she finished brazenly, enjoying the feeling of freedom the words brought with them. Emily smiled. Shannon's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were alive. Today's unexpected events had brought the two girls even closer together.

There followed a conversation both women found liberating and fascinating. Shannon spilled everything, about how both her and Stephen's fascination with Emily's sex life had led them to conceal themselves away and watch as Emily, under the premise of a photoshoot, had been enthusiastically used by nearly fifty men.

"I can't believe you watched the whole thing!" Emily wasn't angry, but she looked amazed. "Stephen too? Oh dear, what a thing for a boy to watch his mother doing! He was so shocked even when I was just posing nude!"

"Yeah, well I think he's moved on a bit since then. We've seen everything you've done, and I think you could say he's come to terms with it all."

"What?" Emily said curiously. There was something in the knowing way Shannon said this that worried her. "You don't mean... Stephen, he doesn't get off on it surely? Watching his own mother?"

Shannon saw no point being secretive or untruthful now.

"Emily," she smiled sweetly. "That night, Stephen fucked me continuously, watching your show. When he came inside me, he stayed rock hard, and carried on. He came three times.

"At home, every time we have sex, we're looking at your pictures, watching your film. Neither of us can wait for the next instalment."

"Oh Shannon! I had no idea! What the fuck have I done to you -- to both of you? You can't be happy with this surely -- your husband getting off over his own mother?"

"Oh, I knew it was weird. But I couldn't blame Stephen, honestly. You are a really, really hot woman Emily. And Stephen wouldn't have let himself go there if I hadn't encouraged him. It's my fault. And I've been getting payback for that recently too, what with dad and all."

Emily was still looking concerned, shaking her head.

"Your dad?"

"Yeah. I mean, I sat and watched him wanking over you for the whole night, watched you suck his cock, saw him cum all over you. And every time we watch your video I get to see his cock at the end."

"Oh, right."

Emily rarely stopped to think about how her behaviour might impact other people. Until recently there was only her and Stephen, and when Stephen moved out, she had embraced her freedom with a jealous ferocity.

She'd fallen in love with her new life completely, and adored the Emily she had become. But now, for the first time, she couldn't fail to see that she was responsible, no matter how she'd prefer it if she wasn't.

Shannon was regularly watching her father masturbate. This was a direct consequence of her family becoming intertwined with Emily's. Or, more specifically, it was Emily's fault.

"I bet that's weird too. Seeing your dad like that," she said, a hint of apology in her tone.

Shannon shrugged.

"I don't mind, honestly. It was weird, but I'm just happy dad's happy. And he is always really, really happy around you."

"He is happy," Emily smiled. "And I guess it's not such a hardship seeing that cock. He's got a lovely cock, your dad." She was smiling warmly, and Shannon giggled at the ludicrous statement.

"Yeah, well your son has a lovely cock too!" she smiled, and the girls collapsed into fits of giggles.

The following Wednesday morning Shannon was reflecting on a busy weekend. Her first hardcore photoshoot had gone even better than she'd hoped.

Alan had finally conceded that Emily was right and arranged for a proper professional make-up artist. So, Shannon felt quite the superstar as she posed in a few different outfits for his *********** hour or so into the shoot the guys arrived. Both were really friendly and flattering, and Shannon loved them sitting watching Alan instruct her into more and more revealing poses.

Before too long she was desperate for them to get involved. But still Alan kept getting her into different outfits and snapping away. She wondered if they could tell how horny she was, or if they thought she was just a professional, in it for the money.

Shannon was a bit relieved, and really excited, when the guys got their dicks out, each sporting a nice big, thick cock which they toyed with, each becoming harder as Shannon flaunted herself in front of them.

Eventually it was too much. One of the guys, Carl, stood, his cock bouncing temptingly, poking out impressively from his jeans.

"Listen, Alan, if we don't get started soon, I'm going to make a mess all over myself. This girl is too hot!"

"I concur," Ed agreed, also rising to his feet. "I can't wait to get my hands on this one."

The shoot had been a blur from there. Shannon could picture little flashes, moments which stood out, but it was all one big, exciting onslaught of pleasure.

She knew what Emily had meant when she said how she much preferred fucking on video to still shots -- she kept being dragged back to reality by Alan instructing the guys to hold still, to pull her legs open, or to tell Shannon to remember to look at the camera.

But still, Shannon had been completely taken aback by how horny it was to have men talking about her, over her, telling each other what an amazing fuck she was. It sounded like they were quite experienced, so to hear them marvel at how hungrily this little slut took everything they had was incredible.

And each time she heard Alan's camera - click, click, click - each time meant one more perfectly filthy memory recorded for all time. One more piece of evidence of what Shannon was prepared to do. Evidence her husband, father, mother-in-law, thousands of people would soon be enjoying.

Stephen had been insatiable since she returned from the shoot, and Shannon was glad of it. He made her tell him everything she could remember, how the guys had taken turns, swapping between her mouth and pussy, how she'd been climaxing throughout the whole shoot, and how both of them had to take a second helping before they were finally satisfied.

He was particularly intrigued that Alan, the photographer, had finished the shoot by wanking into his wife's face -- and that he'd done so only after Shannon had invited him after observing the tent in his pants throughout the shoot. He loved what his wife was becoming.

*******

It was four days since the shoot, and Shannon needed the time in the shop away from her husband just to allow her pussy a little break and time to recover.

The first exciting thing to happen was a visit from Darren Wokingham. Just the sight of him entering the shop in full uniform brought the memories of the other week back into glorious focus, and she found herself a little out of breath from the thought of it.

"Hi Shannon," he said simply. He took his helmet off. He was sporting an apologetic expression. Shannon smiled in reply, the fact that the last time he'd been there he'd watched her clean up his sperm from her mother-in-law, and then keenly coaxed a second load from him giving this meeting an exciting atmosphere.

"Listen, I just wanted to warn you. PC Charles, what happened the other day. It's not going to be a one-off you know."

"Oh?"

"I mean, he was telling a couple of the other constables about it, about what happened. They are going to come back, and they are going to want more of the same."

Shannon knew Darren's intentions were good. Much, much better than hers or Emily's. His earnest warning was actually music to her ears.

"Darren, that's really sweet of you. But you needn't worry. To be honest, we weren't expecting that to be the end of it. It's OK -- you must have seen we liked it?"

Darren visibly relaxed. He'd been terrified that, no matter how his memory had told him otherwise, he'd been involved in police corruption of the highest order. But Shannon was telling him that he hadn't misinterpreted anything -- she truly had enjoyed the whole thing.

"I... yeah, it did seem that you liked it. I never thought it could be true though. A girl like you, doing things like that. And Emily too -- I've been thinking you were going to blackmail us or something."

Shannon felt immensely powerful -- this representative of the law was, thanks to her exploding sexuality, putty in her hands.

"I don't see any reason why it shouldn't be a regular thing. We've got something you guys want, and you can definitely help us out too. Seems like a perfectly reasonable arrangement to me. Why don't we make it monthly? The last Friday of the month, I think that would work for Emily too.

"We keep quiet about your extremely unprofessional and illegal behaviour, you keep quiet about the things that go on in the shop, some of the things we sell. And we meet up once a month for a little fun.

"I guess -- are you sure?"

"Certain," Shannon smiled. The young officer's disbelief was fuel to her growing desire to emulate and even outdo Emily. Darren smiled back, the meeting having gone very differently to how he'd feared. He picked up his helmet and turned to leave, before stopping at the door.

"Oh, one more thing. You didn't hear it from me, but the only reason we were investigating in the first place was because of a tip-off from someone you know."

"Who??"

"I'm not supposed to tell you this, so please don't let on. It was your mum."

Shannon didn't have time to process this, as it was swiftly followed by the second exciting event of the day. The second Wednesday in the month had become a real red-letter day, as Vikesh arrived with the latest batch of magazines. This month both Shannon and Emily were cover girls -- Shannon on 'Shaven Havens' and Emily on 'Parade'.

Shannon carefully placed the two magazines right beside each other on the outside, closest to the shop floor. Her confidence had been boosted no end after a full month of hearing the guys compliment her on her debut showing in 'Razzle'.

But she felt like a completely different person after the weekend's photoshoot. Those two older, experienced guys were like putty in her hands. They were willing to do absolutely anything if it meant they could have their way with Shannon's perfect body.

This had left her feeling like, as Emily had put it before, a slutty princess. Shannon felt like she had the power to have any man she wanted, and Stephen encouraged her to explore her most depraved ideas.

The shoot in 'Shaven Havens' featured Shannon pushing things much further and she enjoyed a blissful day laughing and joking with the guys as they eagerly snapped up the images of her fingering herself and stretching her juicy, tight little hole for their enjoyment.

Shannon wondered if her mother would see. She found herself hoping she would. She'd love to see her face if she ever saw the pictures she'd done at the weekend. Her beautiful innocent *********** being fucked so hard by those two big dicks.

She was awoken from her trance as the door opened and Emily walked in.

"Hi sexy," she beamed. The girls had become ever closer since that evening when they were 'forced' to eat sperm from each other, fired deep inside them by the policemen who had been tasked with bringing them to justice. It was a justice both girls appreciated greatly,

Shannon told Emily the news stemming from the young policeman's visit.

"You dirty girl!" Emily said in delight, as she learned the girls were to be fucked by the constabulary once a month. Just like Shannon, she'd really enjoyed the last time, and now she was completely sure that her daughter-in-law was as happy with the arrangement as she was, the end of the month seemed too far away.

She could still feel the sensation of that pretty little tongue darting over her, cleaning her up so thoroughly. Emily wasn't about to switch teams, but that experience had opened her eyes to the extra thrills that female attention could bring. She was looking forward to seeing Shannon's beautiful face between her legs again.

The news that it had been Michelle who had tipped off the police wasn't a huge surprise to Emily.

"She's bitter isn't she? Why can't she just let it go? Can you imagine what she'd say if she knew what her little sneaky tale telling actually achieved?"

"She'd have a heart attack!" Shannon smiled.

"Yeah. Anyway, there's a little surprise waiting for you at my flat," she winked. Shannon knew what she meant immediately.

"Oh wow! That was quick!"

"Yeah, Alan was always quick to turn around the pictures. You've made quite the impression on him, you know."

"Yeah, I kind of noticed when he shot a load of cum right in my eyes," Shannon smirked.

"He never did that to me, you know. I don't know if I should be jealous or relieved!"

"Well, it's not like you've been short of admirers Emily. I've got a few hundred to go before I catch up!"

The way they airily talked about situations most women would consider utterly immoral and wrong was something both girls had come to really value. Their understanding partners couldn't ever offer the same empathy and understanding, and they knew it.

"So yeah, I know how much you'll be itching to see the results of your hard work. I thought I'd relieve you -- go on, off you go!"

"Oh, thanks Emily!" Only Emily could understand just how strongly Shannon needed to see these pictures.

"You know the Main front door code, right? Our door will be open. Your dad probably won't be back yet, but you can let yourself in."

Shannon did exactly that. She skipped up the two flights of stairs in Emily's posh apartment building, trying to decide whether she was going to look through the pictures here and now, or take them straight home to Stephen so they could go through them together.

Sure enough, the front door was open, and she made her way to the living room, where Emily had left the package on the coffee table.

Shannon stopped dead as she reached the open door. Her father was back. But not only was he back, he had opened the large brown envelope and was looking through Shannon's pictures.

This wasn't entirely unexpected. But Shannon was frozen to the spot at the sight of her father's hand, working his very large and very erect penis with obvious pleasure as he took in the sight of his daughter's pictures.

Shannon just stood there watching. Her dad spent several seconds examining each image thoroughly, before moving on to the next.

Sometimes he would let a little groan escape as he turned over the next image and would wank really hard and fast for a moment, before settling back into a rhythm.

Shannon didn't know what to do. Part of her considered slipping away quietly, before re-arriving a lot more loudly than she'd done first time around, to give her dad a chance to make himself decent.

But she found that she didn't want to. Her eyes were glued to her dad's dick. She was enjoying watching him enjoy himself over her pictures.

And she didn't want to spoil it for him. He was really enjoying her, and this made her feel proud. Shannon knew where it was going, and she found herself willing him to get there.

He was getting closer.

"Oh, you filthy little whore," he grunted to himself, again pulling his cock furiously for a few seconds before slowing down, gathering himself.

Shannon was desperate to see what pictures were prompting this response from her dad, but she was not going to interrupt.

She could see a little string of pre-cum connecting the end of her dad's cock to his stomach. The end of his dick was purple, he was utterly solid at the sight of his daughter's antics.

"Oh, fuck yes. She fucking loves it. What a fucking slut. Fuck! Look at that!"

He was shooting cum over himself now. Shannon counted three, four, five long, thick streams splashing up his belly and chest.

"Hi dad."

Oliver looked up in shock. There was no hiding place. His hand still gripped his cock, which was as hard as it had been for the last half hour.

Oliver's entire torso was coated in an impressive load of semen. And in his other hand he still clutched a picture of his daughter smiling into the camera, sitting on one cock whilst another unloaded into her mouth.

There were no words. He just sat there, looking panicked.

"It's OK dad." Shannon was smiling. Embarrassed, Oliver put the picture of his daughter down and pulled his pants up. He looked around desperately for his shirt. Shannon handed it to him, giggling.

"I'm... How long have you been here?"

"Long enough. Dad, it's fine. I get it." Oliver had pulled his light blue shirt around himself, but the fabric immediately darkened in several places, sticking to his body as it soaked up the semen splashed all over his top half.

"Shannon, look, I know what this must seem like. Please just understand, I would never..." He tailed off.

"Never wank over pictures of your daughter?" Shannon was smiling brightly, her eyes shining. There was no disappointment or shock.

"Dad, why do you think I do this stuff? The whole point is to get guys hard for me, turn them on. If I am having this effect on you, imagine how everyone else will react!"

Oliver looked shell-shocked, standing there, his unbuttoned shirt clearly showing the huge load he'd dumped over himself after wanking over his daughter.

"Right. Well just know, I'd never..."

"I know." Shannon leaned and kissed her father on the end of his nose, before gathering her pictures together and leaving with a little wave.

*******

Stephen had, until today, worried a little that Shannon's descent from loving wife to promiscuous porn star had been driven a little too much by his own fantasies, rather than hers.

He was concerned that she was maybe doing it for him; to satisfy the debauched ideas he'd clearly inherited from his mother. And one day she was likely to wake up and realise this wasn't for her.

Any doubts he had were blown away within seconds of her arriving with the thick pile of pictures. Without a word Shannon was kissing him with a passion he'd not felt before. And his hand, which immediately delved under her short skirt, found a pussy which was drenched.

Shannon spread the pictures out on the floor so they could see and appreciate as many of them as possible. Wherever Stephen looked, his eyes met a shot of his young wife being very thoroughly taken care of by two men.

Any doubt Stephen had harboured as to how he'd react to the reality was gone. Even more exciting than the evidence of his wife's enthusiastic infidelity, was how completely into it Shannon was. He'd never seen her like this. She was on fire.

Stephen managed two very hard, intense fucks, which Shannon took hungrily. Between, and after, she masturbated, unashamed, putting on a show for her husband and coaxing climax after climax from her horny young body. Stephen fell asleep to the sound of Shannon's vibrator.

The next morning he was woken by his wife demanding more. The pictures of her infidelity were strewn around their home, **** across the kitchen work surfaces, the coffee table in the lounge, the bathroom. Evidence was everywhere.

Stephen fucked his wife on the stairs, one last little session before she left to open up the shop. He hadn't imagined sex could get any better, or more intense. But his wife was on fire, and he was unable to extinguish it, no matter how hard he tried.

Stephen shut the door to the sight of Shannon kneeling on the stairs, naked arse facing the door, poring through the pictures. He nodded at the postman -- if he'd been a few seconds earlier he'd had got an amazing view, and in the mood she was in Shannon would have probably invited him inside.

The thought actually did cross her mind, and she went to the window and watched as the postman closed the gate behind him. He was a regular in the shop and bought everything Shannon or Emily featured in. Over the street she noticed a couple sitting in a small car. That looked like -- it was!

Her mother was sitting in the passenger seat. Who was she with? Why was she there? They sat there for about ten minutes before the man got out and walked down the street, right past her window. At least her mum wasn't on her own, it seemed.

He looked nice, he had a kind face. Shannon wondered how her mother had managed to attract another good man. She felt sorry for him. After a little while he came back and the car pulled away. Shannon had no idea what her mum was up to but was glad she hadn't decided to give her another talking to.

Oliver confessed immediately to his embarrassing incident with Shannon. He knew Emily wouldn't judge, although he told her what had happened with a large spoonful of shame. Emily found the whole thing hilarious.

"So, Shannon came in and caught you wanking over her pictures? You dirty old man!"

"I know. I couldn't help it. I just thought I'd have a little look. She's really... she's good."

"Clearly! And what did she say?"

"She seemed pleased actually. Flattered. I don't get it. I would never do anything, you know, anything untoward. She's my daughter for Christ's sake!"

"Nothing toward like wanking over pictures of her?"

"That's different. Isn't it?"

Emily put her arm around Oliver.

"I'm only teasing you," she said warmly. "I've been struggling a bit since Shannon told me Stephen likes watching my stuff. I mean, really likes it. Apparently, it's rare for him to, you know, finish, if he's not got my pictures in front of him."

"Oh shit. Really?"

"Yeah. Shannon's fine with it. I've given up trying to work it out. They seem really happy."

"I think I get it. I mean from Stephen's point of view. It's no more than a pure physical thing really. There's a bit more to it than that, sure, but the bottom line is this stunning woman who he's grown up seeing every day is suddenly in his face, a sex object.

"I'm sure he doesn't want to actually do anything about it, but it's exciting seeing what you'd never have imagined you'd be seeing. I guess it's the same for me. Does that make any sense?"

Emily shrugged.

"I guess so. I know Shannon really looks up to you. So I can imagine provoking that reaction from you must have been quite an achievement for her. A girl really needs her father's approval."

Not for the first time, Oliver marvelled at Emily's complete lack of blame, shame or judgement. She was an incredible woman.

*******

Shannon had assumed that the huge increase in her sexual experiences over the past week might have sated her desire a little, at least for a little while. But the opposite appeared to be the case.

All she could think about was how those guys had picked her up, pulled and pushed her into any position so that they could slide their thick, hard dicks into her. And the whole thing was caught on camera. Soon she'd be selling it in her shop for everyone to see. She couldn't wait.

The last twenty-four hours had confirmed that Stephen on his own wasn't nearly enough for her now. Whilst his cock pounding into her was nice, she found her hands and mouth wanting to feel warm, firm flesh in them too. She doubted even two guys would be enough for her now.

All of this was spinning around her head when an older man came into the shop, smiled at her genially and made his way to the magazine display.

It took her a moment to register who it was. This was the same man she'd seen in the car with her mother.

Shannon and Emily's covers were impossible to miss, and she watched the man flick through 'Shaven Havens' and spend some time looking at Shannon's set. He did the same for Emily's pictures in 'Parade', before eventually arriving at the counter with a copy of each.

This must be some kind of weird plan of her mum's. She had no idea what they were up to, and she didn't really care. There was no legal threat to them now, their arrangement with the police had taken care of that.

Shannon was still harbouring resent towards her mother. She was also unbearably horny. This combination gave her a wicked idea.

"What did you think?" Shannon said, nodding down at her likeness on the cover. Just like Emily, Shannon's confidence had grown to the point where she didn't' consider any man to be beyond her charms.

Michelle grabbed her handbag and got out of the car. This whole plan was pointless, and she knew it. She just needed to confront her daughter one time. Surely the novelty must have worn off by now, and she'd be ready to return to a normal life?

Clive hadn't turned out to be any real help at all. He kept volunteering to gather more evidence, but she'd noticed he kept hold of a lot of it. He must have quite the collection by now.

He was in the shop now, getting even more evidence, for all the good that was doing. The police seemed remarkably uninterested in the scandal taking place right under their noses.

Really, the only thing Clive was good for was his car, she thought, slamming the door of his Austin Metro behind her.

It was starting to get dark; the streetlights had just come on. Shannon's shop was the only one in the street still lit up.

Reaching the door, Michelle took a deep breath before turning the handle.

That's strange -- it's locked. She looked at the sign. Opening times: 6am-8pm it said. It was only seven-forty.

Michelle moved around to the side window and bent down so she could see underneath the board which had various cards pinned to it, advertising things for sale and rooms to rent.

She could see movement. It took a moment to register what it was. She felt like crying as it became clear what she was looking at.

Her daughter was on her knees, and safe, reliable Clive, old enough to be her father, was resting his hand on the top of her head.

Shannon pushed forward and back rapidly. Her hand moved around the man's waist and pulled his crotch into her face ungently, encouraging him to push deeper.

Suddenly Shannon pulled back, and opened her mouth wide, her tongue out and her eyes fixed on Clive's. Michelle watched her daughter doing to Clive what she'd seen Emily doing to her husband Oliver on that awful night.

It was an act so disgusting Michelle would never dream anyone would voluntarily agree to. And she knew Shannon was not being coerced or forced into anything. She was making all the running; Clive didn't have the balls to manufacture a situation like this. But his balls were manufacturing a large, thick load which Michelle's daughter accepted onto her tongue with relish.

Realising the futility of the situation, Michelle turned on her heel and headed off toward the train station.

Shannon went home very pleased with herself. She had broken a little rule, as she wasn't supposed to go with just one man, she was always meant to take on at least two.

She had no idea what her mother's plan was. But she knew that it very definitely wouldn't have included her daughter sucking the penis of her companion. And she knew Stephen would like to hear about how she'd sucked off a guy in the shop that night, no matter who it was. It would definitely provoke him into at least one really good fuck, which was what she needed to keep her going until her next photoshoot.

*******

Ten years had passed. Emily and Shannon strode out of the station arm in arm. Heads turned as they walked through town. Despite the nature of their business being what it was, they were way beyond mere local celebrities - Shannon and Emily were global stars.

The relaxation in the law, allowing licenced premises to sell true hardcore pornography, had granted the girls a business opportunity they snapped up immediately. When the Hairdressers next door became vacant it was very quickly transformed into 'Emilys adult shop'.

Knocking a second entrance into their new premises meant that those who might not like being seen entering such a place were granted a discreet method to access the huge range of porn and sex toys within, via the newsagents.

The girls were already well known in the business, but soon their shop became known as the only place in the country to buy their world-famous magazines and videos. Their little town quickly became e sex capital, with people travelling from miles around, with the off chance of meeting one of the stars who still enjoyed a shift in their shop when their busy schedule allowed.

Cutting out the middle man, business boomed, and the money rolled in. The girls had a passion for their work and new content appeared on their shelves almost daily.

Emily had assumed that her new career would be brief and had thrown herself into every scene with a determination to enjoy it while she could. But, far from seeing interest decline as she passed forty, if anything it increased. She'd be fifty this year, and her stuff continued to sell.

Her speciality was, as ever, sex with multiple men. The shelves of her shop contained literally hundreds of films all featuring her fucking endless numbers of men. And throughout, every performance she gave brought disbelief at the enthusiasm and sheer joy she put into her work.

Shannon was equally prolific. Other than the two brief hiatuses, during which she became pregnant (Stephen was easy going, but he needed to ensure he was the man who sired their two ********), Shannon continued to find the desire burned as strongly as ever. More men and more cocks helped for a little while, but she needed to keep going, keep fucking.

Her content was more varied than Emily's. Shannon loved to push things, and held with her, at the back of her mind, the thought that her mother might be watching. She needed to shock her. She was sure that the fact she fucked on camera all the way through her two pregnancies, culminating in a ten-man gangbang at eight and a half months each time, would do the trick.

Shannon also found that she loved the feeling of fullness and sheer dirty outrageousness that could only be found when two men squeeze their cocks inside her pretty little pussy at the same time. So, most of her films featured her enjoying that particular pleasure.

It had taken some persuasion, but Oliver was the producer and director for both girls. Shannon had been persistent and insistent she wanted her father behind the camera.

Logistically it made sense. The little studio they'd set up for Emily was perfect. And Oliver had all the equipment. Once he got past the embarrassment of becoming aroused watching his own daughter fuck, it became much easier.

Shannon emphatically assured him that she enjoyed her dad getting hard all the way through her performances, that she would be worried if he wasn't, and that she liked getting him 'warmed up for Emily' as she termed it.

Emily had a similar situation to deal with, because Stephen was now in the business too. The extra pair of hands and his background as an electrician, as well as the extremely attractive working conditions and salary, made it an easy decision to switch careers.

For Emily, seeing her son watching her in action had been challenging at first too -- particularly when, as frequently happened, it was accompanied by Shannon giving her husband a blowjob as he enjoyed the sight of his mother fucking.

Once it had happened a few times, she decided that it was harmless enough. She couldn't be relaxed about Oliver enjoying watching his own daughter whilst pretending that Stephen shouldn't do the same with his mother.

And so the family business went from strength to strength. They moved together into a large house with separate wings, and could afford excellent childcare and private schooling for their ********.

Even Michelle couldn't help admitting that her daughter's career was a success -- financially at least. She'd forced herself to watch some of her daughter's most highly regarded films and, whilst they were clearly immoral and disgusting (she'd been beside herself at the things Shannon allowed those men to do to her whilst she carried her grand********), it was impossible to contend the point that her daughter loved her work.

And it obviously paid very well too. The point was inarguable. The gated mansion Shannon and her family resided in, with its fountain and pool, was unmistakable proof that sex sells.

Michelle still told anyone who would listen about how it would all fall down around their ears before long. But the trouble was it never did, and they all seemed so damned happy.

Michelle struggled to come to terms with her ex-husband Oliver's part in all this more than anything else. She'd been reliably informed that, for his birthday present, Shannon had arranged for Richard, her brother and Michelle's son, to have sex with Emily, her mother-in-law.

Bizarre to say the least. But that wasn't even the worst part. Apparently, Oliver, Richard's father and Michelles ex-husband, had filmed the whole thing, and Richard was allowed to keep it as a memento.

This behaviour was so unlike the Oliver Michelle had known for so long. She thought they'd shared a similar stance on things like this. Clearly not.

What kind of man allows his own son to... to 'fuck' his girlfriend? That's what it was, distasteful as the word was. The only word to describe a loveless act like that was 'fuck'.

And Oliver hadn't just allowed it, but he watched and filmed it! Shannon probably watched it all too, that's just how they all operated. Absolutely no morals, and no shame.

Over time Michelle discovered that Oliver would regularly film that whore in all sorts of disgusting activities. Apparently, she particularly enjoyed visits from groups of Stephen's friends.

The girls crossed the road, traffic stopping to allow them to progress, A police car also stopped, and the officer asked the women if they wanted a lift. They declined with a smile but told the driver that they hoped to see him next Friday. The relaxation in the law meant there was no reason to continue the monthly sessions with the constabulary, but they all enjoyed it, and good relations with the police meant their licence renewal was a formality.

They both enjoyed the walk through town, the eyes on their bodies. That never got old. The girls smiled, winked, and waved as they passed familiar faces.

Rebecca smiled as they entered the shop. There had been a conscious decision that staff would be exclusively female, and they were encouraged to dress in revealing clothes, which was good for business.

Rebecca had returned from university looking for something to tide her over having worked at the newsagents before but was blown away with the offer she got and was now happily managing the sex shop for Emily and Shannon. She, like Shannon and Emily before her, found the atmosphere in the shop infectious, and was seriously considering the family's offer of a photoshoot.

She'd had sex with all of the family, and they all thought she had what it took. She did find the idea of joining the girls on the shelves as well as behind the counter increasingly attractive, and was working on her boyfriend.

The 'adults only' nature of the shop meant that nothing needed to be hidden, and framed posters lined the walls featuring the girls in action. That thrill they remembered so well, when on display on the top shelf, came back tenfold when they could look up to pictures of themselves being fucked.

Their entire range, spanning ten years, was available. There was a 'Shannon' section, an 'Emily' section, and one which featured collaborations between the girls. These were always popular. The 'mother-daughter' dynamic meant these were like printing money.

The boys loved seeing their wives (Oliver and Emily had been married for seven years now) together just as much as the rest of the public. There was something deliciously exciting about kissing the mouth which had just been lovingly clamped on your mother or daughter's pussy, they both found.

Shannon picked up a copy of her latest release. She smiled as the memories of the shoot came back to her. After ten years the fire Emily started still raged on and showed no sign of dying down.

At some point, she assumed that may change and she'd start to think of something other than sex. Maybe she wouldn't follow in Emily's footsteps and continue fucking when she was a grandmother. But until then, she had no intentions of changing.

The end.