Mummy Daddys Dark Confessionserotica

Kristen Miller seemed no different really from the others her age. Nineteen, a student at a local college. She rode her bike every day. From school to home or to run errands. She peddled around with her wholesome face, her blonde hair fluttering behind her, her blue eyes friendly behind her glasses.

An average girl her age.

Nothing special.

She wasn't a popular girl. Had few friends. She liked to read. To live in her mind. She imagined so many things. If her teachers at school, her other students, her parents, her pastor at church, her neighbors, and more had any idea what went on behind those sweet eyes, they would be shocked.

Everywhere Kristen looked, she saw debauchery.

Was that mailman doing more than delivering the mail to the housewives? What did her father's secretary really do for him? How did her big sister get those perfect grades? On and on and on. Those thoughts filled her mind.

So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

Little did she know that this was no ordinary diary.

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Entry 1: The true movies Mom makes at her studios

My mother has her own movie studio. A small one. An indie studio. She claims they make art house films and low-budge slasher movies. She's gone to Sundance and more to share those films. But is that the real story? Is her studio really called Pole Star Films?

Or is it called Pole Dance Films? What if my mother makes porn!

Sometimes, my dad stars in her movies. He likes to act part-time when he's not being a door-to-door salesman. Today, they're filming their latest production. It's supposed to be a horror film. Dad's playing the killer. There will be some hot coeds in skimpy clothes he'll be trying to kill.

But what if it's really a porno. He's not the killer. He's the hung stud bursting in to fuck those naughty, naughty coeds. It all starts when my mother says action...

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Ashley Miller

"Okay, let's get moving," I said as I set in the director's chair. The cameras were ready to go. The set was built. It was an interior of a bedroom. Girlish in design. It held an innocence that would soon be wrecked by the Bay Harbor Slasher.

My husband was playing the slasher. He had the rugged handsomeness that would contrast with the gruesome way he killed the girls. It was all fun. He wore a rain slicker for his custom and wader boots. They were covered in "blood." He had a machete in one hand as he stood ready to burst in on the girls.

The actress today were Melody Spark, a blonde who played the lead, and Kassie Nord. It was Kassie's scene to die as Melody would have to fight to survive. She had great tits, a recent boob job, and that would look great on film.

I wasn't a fan of these slasher films, but they paid the bills and let me produce my art house stuff. I liked my job. I liked owning Pole Star Films. It was my baby, and I wouldn't let anyone take it away from me.

"Bloody Bay, scene 27, Take 1," the marker boy said as he slapped the slate before the camera.

"Action," I ordered.

For a moment, the world inverted. Blinked. Then it went back to normal.

A shiver ran through as I frowned at what had just happened. Then I smiled as me as Melody picked up the pillow. "Oh, you're such a naughty slut. I can't believe you would do that."

She lightly hit Kassie with the pillow. They were wearing see-through lingerie and thongs, Melody in a light pink and Kassie in a baby blue. The two cameramen were pushing in on them to get the pillow fight captured in all its sexy glory.

My husband was waiting for his cue to burst in. He wore a smoking robe complete with a pipe. His distinguished, handsome form was perfect to play Kassie's "daddy" and catch the naughty girls at play. It made me so wet as I watched the scene, my cunt just on fire.

Wouldn't it be hot to have our own daughters star in a porno... Sadly, incest wasn't legal, but the idea was there in the back of my mind as I watched Kassie pick up her pillow. She slapped it against Melody.

"Oh, you're such a bad slut!" Kassie gasped. "He's my boyfriend!"

"Mine!" gasped Melody, her big, fake tits heaving in her transparent nightie, her nipples hard and poking against it. "You can't have him."