“Be crazy with me, luv.”
Once I was sure that none of the Starbucks baristas, or coffee artists, or whatever the hell they were calling themselves these days were watching me, I stood on shaky legs and slipped into the water closet. Five seconds later, Damon joined me.
“Lock the door,” I whispered.
Damon bolted it shut, then turned back to me. This was the most dangerous thing I’d ever done. Damon brought out the crazy in me, and I liked it.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re horny.”
Damon’s words made me hot. I leaned in, my lips close to his ear. “Only when I’m horny?”
Damon dropped to his knees and smiled up at me. “I wasn’t talking to you.”
I straightened and took a step back. “What?”
“I was talking to your huge, erect cock.”
Damon pulled down my zipper, parted the hole in my boxer shorts and unleashed my hard dick.
“There it is, that’s my beauty,” Damon said.
He opened his mouth, leaned forward and began to suck one of my balls. At the same time, he wrapped his hand around my cock and began to stroke it slowly. Damon twisted his hand, making me shiver.
“Oh, fuck,” I said. “That feels so good. Please, Damon…suck me now.”
Damon nodded which was a great answer since it was tough to say yes with one of my balls still in his mouth. Damon moved his mouth to my cock. It felt amazing as he licked me. Then he sucked down on me and blew my mind. Damon continued to use his hand too. It was amazing and wonderful, sexy as hell and exactly what I needed.
There wasn’t much time, but I didn’t need it since I was on edge. It felt so intense getting blown here. I grabbed a handful of Damon’s hair, gripped it tightly in my fingers and pumped my hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside of Damon’s lovely mouth.
“Oh, God! Oh, fuck. That’s it. That feels so fucking good,” I ground out between clenched teeth.
Damon sucked my cock, working the tip with his tongue, circling around as he flicked the sensitive spot again and again. He sucked it deep, swallowing all of me. It was right then that I came hard, right down Damon’s throat.
I stroked Damon’s hair then bent down and kissed his forehead as my cock slid from his mouth.
“I love you. And I’m not just saying that because you just sucked my dick.”
Damon’s smile stretched wide. “I believe you. So, are you feeling less nervous now?”
I nodded. “I feel much better. Thank you.”
“So, how are we doing for time?”
I checked my watch. “Oh, fuck, we only have a few seconds. I guess time flies when you’re having fun.” I put my cock away and zipped my fly. I unbolted the lock and headed back into the main room in the Starbucks café. Damon followed closely behind me with our drinks.
We returned to the table to find my mum sitting where we’d been. She looked up and smiled so wide my eyes burned with unshed tears. The sun came out and I could see that she had the same color eyes as me. Her nose and chin looked like mine too, or rather mine looked like hers. The resemblance was almost uncanny. Just like when I’d seen her in the street, she was wearing a low-cut top which revealed plenty. She had paired the top with a tight red mini-skirt and a small black purse. She was also wearing red heels.
She was a looker, and young. Maybe she was in her late thirties, or maybe early forties at the oldest.
“Ridley.” She jumped up and pulled me into a hug before pushing me to arm’s length. “You don’t know how good it is to see you.”
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. It felt right. I didn’t want it to end. I pulled back when I heard her begin to sob. She had tears running down her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing, nothing at all.” She laughed and put her hand over her mouth as a sob fought to escape. “Oh God, my baby. Nothing’s wrong at all. I’m just so happy. God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you in my arms again.”
She pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped away her tears. Then, she looked at Damon.
“You must be Ridley’s handsome boyfriend. I’m Elizabeth,” she said, offering him her hand.
“I’m Damon. Damon Martel. Pleased to meet you. Ridley has been very excited about meeting you.” Damon’s brow furrowed, and he cocked his head to the side. “Wait, have we met somewhere before?”
She narrowed her eyes and turned her head a little as she tapped her chin with a perfectly manicured nail. “Hmm…no, I don’t think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces.” She leaned in a little and rubbed her chin as she stared at Damon. “You’ve got a little…a little something right…”
I turned to look at Damon’s face and horror washed over me. A small spot of my cum was sitting on Damon’s chin. My body heated as blood roared through my ears.
“Here…let me,” Elizabeth said, before leaning forward and wiping it clean with her red satin handkerchief.
“Thanks,” Damon replied, his cheeks pinking up.
Good Lord, did he know my mum had just wiped my cum from his chin? Talk about bad first impressions. Did she know what it was that she was wiping away? If she did, it didn’t seem to faze her at all.
“That’s better.” She sat back in her seat and took a sip of her drink.
“So…I’m.” I didn’t know how to get over the awkward feeling. “Mum, what is it that you do for a job?” What a dumb question. There was so much to talk about and I started with asking about her job. What was wrong with me? I wanted to know more than just her job. Like what had she been doing for the last few years.
She took another sip of her drink and glanced down. Now it was her time to have red cheeks.
“Well, I’m…I’m not sure if I should say.”
“Why?” She had to know I didn’t care what she did. Or maybe she didn’t. We were total strangers other than the fact she’d given birth to me.
“Well, it’s certainly not something your father would have ever approved of.”
“He doesn’t approve of much, but I don’t care about him, I want to know about you.”
“I’m a-a…well, I’m a porn star.” Her voice had gone quiet and she didn’t look up.
“Excuse me?” I worried I hadn’t heard her correctly.
“I’m a porn star,” she repeated a little more loudly.
“Oh.” I wasn’t sure what to say next. My mother was the first porn star I’d ever met. A few seconds ticked by in silence. “Um, what kind of porn do you do?”
“Well…um, I guess I do a bit of everything really. Some BDSM, some custom jobs for clients, but the bulk of my pornography work just gets lumped in the MILF category.”
“MILF?” I had no clue what she was talking about. I hadn’t watched a lot of porn and even less straight porn.
“Mothers I’d like to fuck.” The words tumbled out of her mouth like she was describing directions to a pub. I stopped with my tea midway to my mouth.
Damon spat out a little of the white mocha that he’d just taken a sip of.
“Oh, shit,” Damon said. “You’re her, aren’t you? I thought I recognized you. You’re Deep Throat Debbie. I recognized you from Deep Throat Debbie Does Derby.”
She gave a little shrug and a tight smile. “Yep, that’s me. But how do you recognize me from that? Aren’t you…” She pointed her finger and moved it from me to him then back again to me.
“Gay?” Damon asked helpfully.
Elizabeth nodded again. “Yes. Well, aren’t you?”
I shook my head. “He’s bisexual. I’m gay.” This wasn’t quite how I’d imagined saying those words to my mother would go, but I felt surprisingly okay saying it.
“Oh, that explains it.” She smiled at the two of us. “You’re such a cute couple. I’m glad that you’ve found somebody who makes you happy.”
I glanced up at Damon, realizing he did make me happy. I did feel love for him. What we had would grow, but this was t
he start of something amazing.
“Thank you, really. It means a lot,” I said.
“So, how did you get into porn?” Damon asked.
Mum hesitated. I looked at Damon, then to my mother. “If you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind. After getting out of prison…” She held up a hand, her brows bunched. “Sorry…did you both already know I’d spent time in prison, and I don’t just mean the fake one in Doing Debbie Behind Bars?”
I nodded. “I’m…well, I knew, anyway. Grandad Leonard filled me in just a few days ago. I’m so sorry that my dad did that to you.”
She nodded and breathed out a sigh. “Well, after leaving prison, I found it pretty difficult to get any work. At least, any work which paid enough to make it worthwhile. Previously, I’d been a teaching assistant in a primary school helping children with learning disabilities and also ones with behavioral issues, but after I’d been in prison, no schools wanted to touch me. I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt pretty low and desperate. I wanted to see you, but feared trying to do so after what had happened.”
I nodded. I couldn’t blame her for being afraid of trying to make contact with me. My dad had screwed up so many lives all because he didn’t like gay people.
She continued with her explanation. “I saw an advert online. It was an open invitation for both men and women to send in photos. At the time, it never occurred to me that it might be a scam, but I thought, what did I have to lose? I got a friend to take some nude photos of me and sent them in. Around three days later, I received an email. The director had invited me to the casting call. The audition went well and the rest is history.” She finished with a flourish of her hands. The smile she gave didn’t quite reach her eyes. I watched as she took another sip of her hot beverage.
“Are you happy in that line of work?” I asked. I wanted her to be happy. God, my dad had screwed her over.
“Oh, yes, I’m happy. You may not think it but pornography can be pretty varied. I’ve worked hard and also been pretty lucky. Despite my late start, I’ve appeared in…oh, well over one hundred porn movies now. It’s a lot of fun. I make good money. There are some really cool people I work with. Besides, I like sex, and it does my self-esteem a lot of good. Especially when I meet a fan,” she said, smiling at Damon.
“Well, that’s good.” I wanted her to be happy. It was a relief to hear she was doing well after all my dad had put her through.
“Are you sure you don’t mind talking about this with me? It doesn’t scare you away?” she asked.
I reached across the table and took my mum’s hand. “It’s fine. Really. It’s fascinating, and it’s good to hear that you’re happy.”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I was so afraid you’d reject me.”
“Me too.”
“Reject you for what?” Her voice rose as she spoke. A few people glanced our way, but no one paid us any attention.
“For being gay.” Was she joking?
She laughed a little. My lips thinned and her chuckle ceased.
“Why on Earth would I reject you for that?” She shook her head slowly. “What difference does it make whether you love men or women? So long as you’re happy, I’m happy. Besides, you meet all sorts of people in my line of work. And who am I to judge? And you know—well, you probably don’t.”
We both took a sip from our drinks before I spoke. “Um, Grandad said you left Dad for a woman, is that right?”
“Kind of. I left because he was a dick. I just happened to meet a woman who I wanted to get to know a little better. Your father caught us kissing. I tried taking you with me, but your father freaked out. He made charges against me.”
“Dad told me you were dead.”
Her face went red and she shook her head. “I should have fought harder.”
“Grandad said he accused you of being a pedophile.”
“He did. My credibility was gone after that.”
I shook my head. “I’m so sorry.”
“Darling, you have nothing to be sorry about.”
Emotions filled me. My heart expanded. A few tears trickled down my face.
“Oh, sweetie.” She leaned in and gave me a big hug. Soon, Damon held me too. I’d never felt this much love before. A few more tears joined the others but I didn’t mind. Sadness from missing my mum mixed with the joy of finding her. The hate my father had for my kind was behind me. Now, I had someone, well, two someones who loved me. Here I was in Starbucks being held by both my mother and a handsome, funny man who said he was falling in love with me. I was one of the lucky ones.
After a long moment, the hug finally came to a natural end. Mum sat back in her chair and wiped her eyes with her red satin handkerchief. An awkward pang washed over me as I thought of her wiping Damon’s chin with that piece of cloth. I couldn’t bring it up now.
“I am so sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m guessing your father didn’t take it very well when you told him you were gay?”
I shrugged. “You could say that.” I took another sip of my tea and shrugged. “I never actually told him. Did you know that he runs conversion therapy on people in his church and tries to brainwash them into being straight? Like that’s really an option for them. He tells men and women that being gay is the worst sin that anybody can commit.”
Mum’s face turned dark. She gritted her teeth and then growled, “That fucking bastard. The shit. I should kill him. I’ll fucking wring his neck.”
Some other customers turned to look at her, then turned back to their drinks and pretended that they hadn’t been looking, this was England, after all.
I shook my head. “Thanks for the offer but no, please don’t. He’s not worth it. I wouldn’t want you to end up in prison again. I’ve only just got you back.”
Mum hugged me again. It seemed to calm her down a bit, and it calmed me down too.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m sorry for losing my temper like that. I just…I’d hoped you’d’ve had a happy life. Still, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us. We can make it much happier now, right?”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Damon squeezed my shoulders.
“I hope you’re including me in that we,” Damon said.
“Oh, honey. Of course I am. You’re quite the catch. My son looks like he’s happy, so I approve.”
I didn’t know I needed her approval until she said she did. My emotions were on overload.
Turning back to me, she winked. “If I were a few years younger, you might have some competition for your boyfriend.”
I didn’t laugh as I took another sip of tea. For a moment, nobody was quite sure what to say next. Then, Mum broke the silence.
“I’m joking, luv. I’m not interested in a relationship.”
“Oh.” My voice sounded hollow.
“Really, I have terrible humor. Prison only made it worse. I would never hurt you, ever.”
I nodded. “You’re right. We don’t know each other.”
“No, we don’t. And since we don’t, I shouldn’t make off-color jokes. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” And it was. We both needed to get to know each other, and I guessed I needed to know her to understand her humor.
“And in that vein, I do want to get to know you better, so, what do you do for a living?”
Her question made me pause. How did I tell my mum I’d been fired from my crap job by my boyfriend?
Luckily Damon spoke up. “Ridley is…well, he’s in between jobs at the moment. Until this week, he worked in an office with me. Although the situation did have one or two nice benefits, overall it seemed to be sucking the life out of him. His role was mind-numbingly dull. I suggested that I could pick up the slack for a while and give him space to decide what he wants to do. I’m hoping he’ll find something more fun or creative to do than sit in an office all day long while he filed papers.”
My mother nodded and her eyes
narrowed at me. Was she judging me? My dad sure as heck had. What if she didn’t accept me because I didn’t have a job? Dad had taken most of my money, so I didn’t even have any savings.
“Well, have you thought of what you might want to do instead?”
“I-I don’t know. I mean, it’s not like Dad ever encouraged me to do anything I liked. Actually, he discouraged me because he wanted me to pay for stuff.”
“What?” Mum barked out.
“Yeah, what?” Damon asked.
“Well, I was living there. He kept asking for money, so I gave it to him.”
“How much did he take each week?” Mum asked.
“Usually eight hundred pounds, sometimes more.”
“Good lord, you could have rented a room for half that,” Damon said.
Mum shook her head and Damon squeezed my shoulder.
I shrugged, unsure what to say. “Besides, I’m not sure what I want to do. In school, I enjoyed creative stuff, but Dad said that was crap—well, he didn’t say crap. He just said I would be wasting my time.”
“So, what do you want?” Mum asked.
“I like music, reading, and painting. So, maybe, I don’t know, maybe it would be a waste like Dad said, but I’d like to spend my days doing art.”
Mum’s lips thinned. She thought it was a bad idea. My heart sank and I felt like I’d messed up once again. I didn’t feel like anyone really wanted me to do what I wanted to do. I liked art, but becoming an artist seemed even further away than ever before.
Chapter Sixteen
She lifted one hand and narrowed her gaze. “Okay, hear me out and feel free to stop me if you think it’s a crazy idea, but have you ever thought about working in the porn industry?”
“What, as a porn star? Um, I’ve not…um.”
“Well, you do have a big enough dick for it.” Damon’s words made me hot all over. I slapped his arm and shook my head.
“I don’t—I can’t—”
“No, no. That’s not what I meant.” She held up her hand and shook her head. “Well…not unless that’s what you want to do. There are a lot more jobs you could do in the porn industry besides work as one of the porn stars. For example, we need writers for the plots for the movies, copywriters for writing the descriptions of the videos on our websites, people to apply the makeup, the list is endless. It might not be the best paying job ever, and I know people look down on me, but it’s a little bit more interesting than the average office job. I know a bunch of people, and maybe you could work while you go through art school.”
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