A Pornograph Record

Joanne sidled up to me, our legs touching, while we watched the two hotties making out and disrobing each other. With clothing and hair disheveled the ladies' passion spins out of control and they begin pinching, biting, and suckling one another's pretty titties.

My wife strokes my crotch as we watch my mother and her lover jump onto a bed with their head and foot positions reversed. A close-up showed Iris lavishly rolling her tongue over blondie's glistening cunt, her nose buried in the skinny chick's coiled pubies.

Joanne interrupted, "Irene has such a sweet, wholesome face. It's weird."

"That's the look they want," explained as the neighbor gal gnawed on Iris's swollen clit. "Sweet, innocent, the girl next door..."

"Besides, we're not sure it's her." I said half-heartedly. Also, I duly noted that Iris's breasts were more voluminous than the other lady's.

On my laptop, Iris and her lesbian fuck-buddy turned into an undulating two-headed monster, writhing in cunnilingus-induced orgasm.

Joanne stood up and pulled down her jeans, offering her glistening cunt for me to taste. I paused the video.

After slurping my spouse's soupy juices, we resumed the video in time to watch Iris and her gal pal use a rubber dildo on each other. The last frame showed my mother's apple bottom humping and riding her bleach-blonde girlfriend to mutual climax.

Jo-Jo squeezed my cock and bit it.

"What the hell?"

"Oedipal or what?"

"No way," I protested as she framed her labial lips around my swelling phallus.

Jo pressed my shoulders to the couch cushion and twerked frantically until I flooded her vase with semen.

"You dirty, nasty, little boy," she crowed, her pointy tits swirling wildly. "You think you're fucking your mommy, don't you?"

"Don't be silly," I insisted. "That's gross...and wrong."

"Seriously?" taunted Joanne, alluringly sweaty in my lap. "You've been a nymphomaniac since you started collecting all this porn."

"Research...I'm researching pornography." I was in denial about the incestuous fantasy idea.

"You're obsessed with the idea that Iris is your mother." She stopped talking to plant a line of kisses up and down my chest. "I bet you close your eyes and see your mommy when you're fucking me."

Instead of continuing to argue, I reopened my laptop and watched the closing credits of "A Cup of Sugar." Joanne held my hand as we read together.

STARRING IRENE DION LOPIANO AS IRIS

I froze. Joanne spoke for me. "She didn't even use a fake name."

"Her maiden name, her married name, her real name," I mumbled pathetically. I wanted to cry. I wanted to barf.

Then I kept reading the rolling credits.

DIRECTED BY VINCENT LOPIANO

"It would seem your dad was cool with it."

"You think?" I mocked.

Then I looked into my lady's eyes. She was more than ready for my perpetually aroused libido, even letting me go from her mouth to her cunt to her anus.

Covered in a veneer of perspiration, Joanne declared me "Oedipus Rex."

My article on the evolution of porn ran in the Village Observer a month later and led to a book deal with Lyons House for A History of Smut. I left out my family connection, but I'm thinking of using a softcore picture of Irene as Iris on the book's cover.

At the office, Lorraine is helping me pick out photos to use in the book. We made up soon after our fuck-you fight. To make amends, Lorraine came to my office after six o'clock and knelt down under my desk to give me a slow, noisy, wet blow job.

"Oh, mama," I crooned.

She paused sucking my cock to say, "If you ever want to talk..."

"...I'll let you know."