Her Mum, the Pornstar (Closed for MommyGetsWet)

[AndreaSubbie]

Sarah

It was an exclusive school, all girls and boarding only, and could boast a collection of the extremely wealthy among it's parents.

Except the school didn't boast, didn't draw attention to itself. It had no need to advertise. All it's new pupils came by recommendation.

The school was extremely well protected, a safe environment for its girls. There was no physical security, nor electronic, in fact no visible security at all. That came from the reputation of its parent body who included some of the wealthiest and most successful criminals without convictions from around the world. It was an unwritten but absolute rule of the school, agreed to by all stakeholders: The girls were safe, untouchable, protected.

It wasn't just the criminal world that sent its daughters, many of the parents were from all possible legitimate walks of life, but they shared the same desire to give their girls the best, well protected start in life free from harassment.

So none of the adults at the school ever mentioned what the parents did for a living, no one passed judgement, all the girls were treated equally, wore the uniform provided, dressed the same, ate the same, shared the same facilities, took part equally in the Family Chores of keeping the rooms and the Common Room tidy.

On the other hand, among themselves the girls talked constantly of what their own parents were up to, and each others. But again there was no judgement.

So when Sarah turned 18, the slim, petite brunette was used to being open and honest about her mother's hugely successful career in Adult Entertainment, and was quite proud of her.

The fact that her mother devoted every school holiday exclusively to Sarah's care meant they enjoyed a lot of quality time together without distraction.

It was December, and since the school holidays had just come round again, Sarah waited for her transportation, eager to spend time again with the best Mum any girl could wish for.

 

[MommyGetsWet]

Angela Roth sighed. "Yes, you're right," she answered, looking into the rear view mirror to meet the Uber driver's gaze, "I am Bliss Lamarr."

"Oh my God! How are you?! This is amazing! I love you - I'm such a fan! I used to masturbate to your videos all the time. You were so hot, you always made me cum so hard. But you still look fantastic! I can't believe I'm driving Bliss Lamarr! Thank you for helping a confused and curious girl sort out her sexuality. Well, I'm not gonna lie - I still watch your videos. Did you really orgasm like that, or were you just acting? Who was your favorite actress to work with, the one who got you off the best? I'm guessing it had to be Daisy Alvarez. You even dated outside of work, right? But you still look so good. I'm serious, you are a major sploosh maker. Wait! I'm sorry! I'm not allowed to say stuff like that! You're not going to report this, are you?"

"No, relax, it's fine," Angela assured the suddenly panicked woman who, despite her alarm, was using the mirror to renew her youthful fixation on Angela's allure. "I'm not really going to discuss anything to preserve my privacy, but if you keep your attention on the road, I promise I will pose with you for a selfie afterwards."

It had been a full ten years since she had retired from making adult movies, yet she was still often recognized in public. This was especially true within the lesbian community where she had achieved somewhat iconic status. Angela smiled as she admitted to herself she was pleased and flattered by the driver's fan girl devotion. She was proud her work had proven to be good enough to entice a whole new generation of admirers, for the driver was at most a couple years older than her own daughter.

Speaking of, Angela took out her phone to text Sarah and let her daughter know she was running a few minutes late. Booking a private jet was a wonderful luxury, but that hadn't allowed her to bypass weather delays. She could have had Sarah arrange her own Uber to get to the airport and just fly home by herself. After all, her little girl was quite the grown woman now, even if Angela wasn't used to thinking of her that way, and in spite of Angela's remorse that her daughter's childhood had gone by so quickly. But she liked traveling all the way to Sarah's school to pick her up in person, even if only to demonstrate to Sarah that she was her mother's highest priority, always.

It was hard spending so much time apart when school was in session, but given Angela's notoriety, she knew that Chisholm Preparatory Academy was the best place for Sarah to have anonymity, as well as a chance to live a "normal" childhood. Sarah had made friends there and was doing well in her senior year. Now, however, was the beginning of the winter holiday break, and Angela looked forward to catching up with Sarah.

When the Uber pulled into the parking lot, Angela got out to take a selfie with Violet, her driver, as she had promised. Though she had only intended to pose for one quick pic, being in front of a camera brought out Angela's innate desire to perform, to captivate. They took quite a few pictures - Angela smiling in some, making silly faces in others, kissing Violet's cheek, Violet kissing her cheek, Angela cupping her boobs to present maximum décolletage to Violet's exaggerated stare, and flirting her way into Violet's eternal gratitude. Thus, when Angela asked Violet to be the consummate quiet professional on the ride back to the airport with Sarah aboard, her driver immediately pledged to be on her best behavior.

Angela then texted Sarah a second time to let her know she had arrived. Having completely charmed Violet, Angela felt a rush of satisfaction, pleased to have thrilled a loyal fan, and to feel as if her sex appeal hadn't entirely diminished. It was an odd yet exciting thing to meet a young woman who had fantasized about her, who had masturbated while imagining hot passionate sex with Angela, to know she had played a key role in bestowing powerful orgasms to this person she just met, back in Violet's formative years. Though they were still strangers, there was yet a kind of bond, an anonymous yet intimate connection, and having the power to give so much pleasure and joy was itself a bit intoxicating.

Sarah soon appeared with her luggage, and Angela greeted her with a big hug and kisses on her cheeks and forehead. As they rode back to the airport, sitting alongside each other in the backseat, Angela said, "It's so lovely to be with you again, I have missed you terribly. I want to hear all about how things are, what's been going on in your life, and discover how I can improve it further. I must tell you that I have all the paperwork for you to sign and made all the necessary arrangements if you decide you want to go through with the upcoming photo shoot. But it's also not too late to cancel, to get out of it if you are having any doubts or reservations. If you decide to do it but hate how the pictures turn out, I have assurances I will have the opportunity to buy it all back, and they will never see the light of day. Yes, that would indeed be rather expensive, so I do hope you will give careful consideration to your decisions. I will be with you every step of the way, but this needs to be about what you want. Don't do anything simply to try to please me - I'm already very proud of you and I love you no matter what."

To emphasize her unconditional affection, Angela half turned to embrace Sarah again, and whispered in her ear, "You are my absolute favorite person in the entire world, and I'm so lucky to have you as my daughter."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"And you're the best Mum any girl could have," Sarah whispered back, hugging her mother close.

"And you smell so nice!" she grinned, leaning over to kiss her mother's cheek before settling herself again on the car seat.

Glancing forward she noticed the driver watching them, but there was a certain warmth in the woman's eyes that Sarah had seen before, and facing her Mum again said, "Have you been charming our lovely driver, Mum?" a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Despite them spending so much time apart, the intensity of their time together meant they each knew the other very well. It was one of the many reasons she was so proud of her mother.

"So about the photoshoot. I haven't told anyone at school about it. Is it allowed even though I still have two terms left?" Sarah listened and nodded.

"You did say it was a very gentle lead in to photographic modelling? I know you said you'd take care of everything, and I trust you totally so whatever you arranged is fine with me, Mum. But if we go ahead, what kind of shoot did you finally settle on with them, do they have the location yet?"

And so the mother daughter catch up turned into a Business Manager's briefing

They also talked about where the pictures would be published first and what was the chance of others buying rights to use them, and Sarah was curious to know if the fee her Mum had negotiated was increased because of whose daughter Sarah was!

That part of their chatter didn't last long and soon Sarah was telling her mother all the delightful gossip from school about the other girls and the last term, saving the more juicy titbits about their parents for the flight when they couldn't be overheard.

Reverting to the photoshoot again, Sarah said, "I hope you understand Mum, but I have to at least try it. I need to know if it's really for me. If I inherited a sliver of your genius in front of the camera, and this is a fairly safe way to start, you made sure of that! You really are the perfect Mum!"

And then there they were at the airport.

 

[MommyGetsWet]

"Our driver? Why, she's polite and discreet and entitled to a generous tip, I should think. But don't be so modest. I sense she's more than a tad curious to know what you're all about, never mind me.

"Oh, I feel certain it's allowed. Even if it were not, Chisholm's is not the sort of place to ask questions that might elicit unwelcome answers.

"I said it's a gentle introduction to -adult- modeling, which isn't quite the same thing. This would feature you in various lingerie, some of it very provocative, shall we say. It's right there in Zurich, at a professional photography studio, with a closed set, naturally.

"No, darling, I have expressly avoided any mention of Bliss Lamarr. I would be doing you no favors to attach my name to this - you shall succeed based on your own merit, and not simply through the ephemeral novelty of my reputation. So not only are we not charging extra, we are not charging at all. You are as yet unproven and a risky bet, but this will begin to build your portfolio if your pictures get the green light. I have researched the photographer - she's also building a name for herself and from what I have seen so far shows great promise. But there's every possibility my public persona might be recognized and leaked. I don't think it's realistic to imagine we can conceal that indefinitely. And that's when things would become expensive should you decide to bury the results.

"Perfect? I hardly think so. Unless we are speaking of my finest work, my masterpiece, my supreme and sublime legacy: you!"

Hearing about the escapades and scandalous misbehavior of some of her daughter's peers was of great interest to Angela, and she always asked for Sarah's evaluation of all the drama. She wanted to ensure her daughter was making sound, responsible, adult decisions, but when that wasn't the case, to offer guidance on how to do better in future. Yes, at times she was upset and angry with Sarah, but she contained her displeasure until she could vent outside of her daughter's presence. She knew losing her temper would succeed in convincing Sarah not to repeat a given mistake, but it would also make Sarah reluctant at best to disclose future missteps, and maintaining her daughter's absolute trust and confidence was far more important.

"I understand, and I'm here to help you on your journey. My big fear is you feeling pressured to succeed, to do things you might not want to, only because you're afraid to disappoint me, or not live up to the idea of what people imagine and project onto you just because you are my daughter. That's not fair, and I'm not going to permit that."

Secretly, Angela worried about whether Sarah was truly mentally prepared for such a career. As Sarah had matured, Angela naturally began to hear more stories from her about the relationships of her friends, and not surprisingly sex became a more prevalent element with each passing year. Yet Sarah herself remained unattached and, as far as Angela knew, untouched. Why? Was she suffering ostracism owing to her mother's past? The staff at Chisholm's wouldn't treat her any different, but there was no guarantee her peers would be as tolerant, despite all having their own skeletons in the closet to fret over. Did she feel her partners would impose unrealistic expectations, or make unflattering comparisons, because of her mother? Yet she seemed to like and enjoy attending the academy. Perhaps Sarah was wildly promiscuous and had opted to say nothing about this facet of her life, but knowing she was actually proud of Angela's earlier work in pornography, it was hard to imagine her as too embarrassed to talk about it.

Angela was upset with herself for having put off this awkward discussion for so long. But with Sarah on the verge of expressing aspects of her sexuality in some very public ways, it was past time to confront the issue openly. As their private chartered jet reached cruising altitude, and after they had been served some champagne and left in privacy, Angela tried to discover whether Sarah had a sex life.

"You know you really are a very beautiful and attractive young woman. I mean that sincerely, not as the hollow praise of a parent trying to artificially prop up their child's self esteem. If I didn't think you had what it takes, if I didn't know how very sexy and seductive you are, then by helping you explore this career I would be setting you up for failure and disappointment. It wouldn't be fun, and it might come across as me artificially trying to hold you back, but I would find the courage to have an unpleasant heart to heart, and I would recommend you go a different direction.

"But I have not done that, because I want you to follow your heart's desire, and you absolutely possess the physical attractiveness that you will need. Instead, I am faced with another uncomfortable conversation, and I apologize in advance for possibly prying into areas you wish I hadn't.

"You are eighteen, you are an adult, and you can live your life as you see fit. I want you to be very happy in every respect. Now that you are of age, I suppose you could argue your independence means it's no longer my job to help with certain things, that it's up to you, and you deserve a chance to make your own mistakes without interference from your mother. If you feel some things are none of my business, I can understand that. But I must tell you I'm worried.

"There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, if in fact that is the case, but I never hear you discussing your own needs. Are you interested in having a romantic relationship? Are you having and enjoying sex with anybody? It's such an amazing and rewarding and extremely pleasurable experience, I would be heartbroken if you were closed off from this for any reason. There are some people who are asexual, but even then, there's no reason to be lonely, you can still find a satisfying romantic relationship devoid of sex, though we can't pretend it isn't far more difficult, as the vast majority of people love a great orgasm. I just don't know what's going on, and I would be a terrible mother if I didn't offer my help to solve this problem. If indeed there even is a problem. Is it simply the case that you have yet to find someone that sparks your interest, that you are attracted to and have great chemistry with?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh Mum, you don't need to be worried," Sarah reassured her. She was quite relaxed and happy to talk about this. It was something they hadn't discussed before. Sarah always assumed it was because her mother didn't want to pry and hoped Sarah would work out her sexuality in her own way. For her part, Sarah didn't talk about it in case it was too much like Work.

"Given the Project we're about to do, I guess it's time I shared this with you.

"First, yes Mum I'm a virgin, my hymen intact. And no, I'm not having sex with anyone. But a few of us girls have done quite a lot of kissing and cuddling naked, though not so much in the last few years. We do watch porn together quite often, all kinds, but not yours while I'm there. And my friends helped me trim my landing strip neat an tidy, so its ready for the shoot.

"Second, I'm not asexual, don't worry. I masturbate a lot, at least once every day, I can orgasm and have taught myself to squirt, though that takes a lot of build up.

"The reason I'm not with anyone romantically is I haven't found anyone to link up with. I think I'm bisexual. But I know I'm attracted sexually to men and women older than myself. The staff at school are all far too professional to have relationships with any of us girls, or maybe are too scared of the consequences.

"I'm also not looking for a romantic relationship at the moment. I have lots of friends, a few close friends as you know, and I know you love me. I'm happy, secure in who I am, satisfied with my life so far, excited about our new venture.

"On the other hand, I do want to experience sex, great sex. I want to orgasm with other people, and feel the pleasure of bringing others to orgasm, men and women. The fact that I'm a virgin, a blank canvas gives us possibilities if we decide to go forward after this shoot. Maybe with a stage name of Rosi White? Kind of English Rose idea, white for innocence, unusual spelling of Rosi for when people search on line?

"I'm just saying how things are right now, Mum. I won't rush off and do anything dumb. In a perfect world I'd like us to explore my developing sexuality together. Would that be ok with you? Or do you think it's something I ought to do independently?"

Sarah looked into her mother's eyes, so loving and accepting. She really did have the best Mum.

 

[MommyGetsWet]

"Well, that is a weight off my mind. Thank you for sharing all of that. But no, please don't intentionally try to start something with the faculty at Chisholm's! We can't always control who we are attracted to, and may even find our lust inexplicable or even abhorrent, but human sexuality tends to be unique, strange, and complicated. Why does someone love the color red but hate purple? Who knows, these are subjective tastes and preferences without any correct or wrong answer - so you do you. If despite your best effort you find yourself smitten with a non-student, then we might have to risk some negative consequences - but let's not intentionally invite trouble to knock on our door."

Angela felt uncomfortable when Sarah mentioned avoiding her videos. She tried to imagine if when she had been growing up, porn videos of her mother had been just a few keystrokes away - on her phone, even! She couldn't quite wrap her mind around that - but of course, Sarah's grandmother was a far different woman raised in a much different environment. It would certainly be a very weird situation. She wished Sarah were not at risk of inadvertently stumbling across her mum doing sex stuff, but that wasn't something she had really contemplated at the time. Angela had sufficient self confidence to not care what anybody else thought of her or her porn -except- for Sarah, about whose opinion she cared very deeply. Knowing that Sarah might even encounter videos of herself in uncredited cameos, from when Angela worked in a highly gravid condition, was something that disturbed Angela now. But hearing confirmation that Sarah was self censoring her mum when browsing porn was a good thing. Wasn't it? Angela couldn't immediately think of any better solution.

"I commend you for trying to anticipate what you should do to prepare for the photo shoot, but I am very sorry to report that trimming is not sufficient. We have to get you waxed. If you're imagining that procedure will be horrendously agonizing, I would say no, in my experience, it's much worse than that. But we will get that taken care of first thing when we land. We will follow that up with a bit of retail therapy, dinner, then home for some practice.

"Oh! Well I think Rosi is absolutely excellent, but you can do better than White. I chose Lamarr to pay tribute to a brilliant inventor who happened to also be a beautiful Hollywood screen goddess notorious for some controversial nude scenes in her early work. I suggest perhaps choosing something that inspires you, or that hints at the eroticism you embody - for example, I chose Bliss as a first name. But favor subtlety, something classy that isn't purely a porn alias. Don't be Rosi Licker or Rosi Wrektom or anything like that!" Angela giggled at the absurdity of finding a suitable stage name.

In a perfect world I'd like us to explore my developing sexuality together.

What the... ?! Angela had no idea what that could possibly even mean. Did she hear that right? Angela's pulse quickened, mostly from raw panic, but partly from the impossible and shocking associations she imagined. Surely, -that- was not at all what her innocent virginal daughter had ever in a million billion years meant to even obliquely hint at. No way. Only... what did she intend? It sounded way too scary, and she knew she couldn't possibly change the subject fast enough.

"Oh, I'm sure everything will work out, as long as we get your stage name right! Did you have any particular place you wanted to go for dinner later? As you know, mummy in the kitchen only leads to travesty. Or, if you feel inspired to cook something, we can swing by a grocery to gather ingredients." Angela clasped Sarah's hand in hers in order to lift it up and kiss the back of Sarah's hand.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Can we have Italian? I do love those places, and maybe a glass of wine now I'm old enough to drink when we're out? I feel like celebrating becoming an Adult!"

Sarah's own cooking skills were only those she had to learn at school with the other girls. The Academy believed that young ladies who were wealthy enough to have cooks and servants should still be able to take care of every aspect of looking after themselves. They even had map reading, survival and outward bound sessions! It was actually a lot of fun!

"I'll have to think a bit more about the stage name, then, Mum. So R-O-S-I Rosi is ok? Good. With the 'White' part of the name I wanted to imply kind of everyday innocence? I can't have a porn name of Rosi Pure, can I? Maybe I'll pick a name from the menu tonight?" and Sarah giggled at the thought of randomly sticking a fork on the menu and taking the name of whatever dish she pointed at.

"How about Rosi Bolognese? Ooh, Rosi Ravioli, a neat little package!" making herself laugh again.

"The other thing is the waxing. I know you know the Industry, Mum, and I accept it's necessary to wax, but I'd like to keep some of my pubic hair. Maybe it's the individualist in me. If the publishers don't like it, I might think again, but I absolutely want to try this first shoot with at least a strip above my clitoris. I know its lingerie, but there's always the chance that the lingerie will be skimpy and I want to make a statement about my body from the beginning. Is that ok, Mum? Hopefully the photographer will still agree to the shoot, since she's not paying us anything. And something distinctive for her to sell to a publisher might be good?"

"Oh yeah, and don't worry I'm not gonna start an affair with any of the staff at Chisholm's, though in a normal school I probably would have slept with a few of my teachers by now. But you can trust me, I'll be good. Only another two terms to go."

 

[MommyGetsWet]

"Obviously, I have two roles in this. As your mother, I feel you must do what you think is best, and I will always love and support you no matter what.

"As your business manager, I must say that your request is problematic, and I will detail why in a moment. And this is partly my fault - I didn't anticipate this might be an issue, but now I know. As your manager, I offer my best advice, but in the end, the final decision is yours. Why?

"I work for you. You are the customer, the client, the one who signs my check. -Or would, if I didn't happen to be your mum, happily volunteering.

"You see the problem? Your customer in this case is the photographer. Your job is to help her succeed in fulfilling her contract with the lingerie website. Your role isn't to impose your aesthetic sensibility, or your individual artistic flair. Let's be honest: you're selling your body's appearance, and only provided it meets their requirements and expectations. You don't set those.

"It's best to come to terms right now with the somewhat ugly truth, which is this is about sexually objectifying you. This website won't feature your name anywhere. In fact, as you know, there's every chance your face will never appear, only closeups of the lingerie on a headless anonymous body. They don't care anything about your personal viewpoint, only whether you make their lingerie look the way -they- want. And having anything that draws attention away from their product and onto your pubes is not something they will pay for - not when there are so many other models who have no qualms about fully waxing it all off.

"You're just starting out. You have not yet built any brand, any reputation or prestige that you could argue will add value, that will increase sales beyond whatever might be lost by accommodating your strip of hair.

"Now, the good news is nothing has been signed, and you are under no obligation to do anything. We can skip this opportunity. But the issue will return immediately when the next job mandates a clean slate, so to speak.

"What if the job wants you to color the hair on your head in a way you hate, or cut and style it in an unflattering way? Will you walk away? What if you are expected to wear something you would never choose yourself, that clashes with the image you want to project? Is this about you - are you signing the checks? Because you don't really have any leverage to work your will this way - or not yet, anyway.

"In time, with success, you can gradually accumulate enough of a following and a desirable branding that lets you influence these things. Ultimately, when you take on the role of producer and director, the vision will be entirely up to you. And you will sign the checks!

"So the immediate choice is whether to take this job and sacrifice your personal expression, or decline to participate. I know this is frustrating and it might seem unreasonable that they won't compromise with you over this, but they have zero incentive. Right now, they hold all the cards, and that's not going to change overnight."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"So my face probably won't appear in any of the published pictures?"

Sarah pouted, her disappointment clear.

"Ok, but if we're providing a platform for marketing a commercial product why aren't we being paid? I dunno, that's all your stuff, not mine. But let me ask this, Mum. If I keep some pubic hair, do we lose this shoot? And second, is this a genuine modelling of lingerie for the real market?"

Sarah was a bit confused because she'd thought at first she was doing a straight modelling job, although in skimpy clothing, then she thought it was going to be a raunchy Adult shoot in sexy lingerie but not actually nude, and now she was expecting a headless lingerie impersonal clothes horse shoot.

Sarah loved her Mum without reservation, and trusted her totally. She didn't disapprove of the deal, whichever one it was, she was just a bit confused.

She looked up into her mother's eyes.

"Ok, so here's the deal. I'm too inexperienced to call the shots on our very first outing into this world, but if it's a question of bare pussy and a photoshoot, or landing strip but no photoshoot, I want the photoshoot.

"If there's a choice between headless clothes horse and sexy Adult lingerie shoot, I'd rather the sexy Adult lingerie.

"But like I said, I'm too inexperienced. Maybe on our second gig I'll feel more confident. Whichever it is, we will at least get some pictures to start my portfolio, yes?"

Then a compromise thought struck her, though she expected it to be totally impractical. "Is there the remotest chance the shoot can do a Before and After waxing?"

 

[MommyGetsWet]

"Well I don't know for certain whether your face will or will not appear. The photographer only stipulated the photos were for an online lingerie retailer, and that this wasn't the sort of mild lingerie you would be likely to find on a Walmart or Target website.

"We are not being paid because this photographer is willing to take a chance on you and invest the extra time during the session to coach you on all the things you don't know that an experienced, established, professional model already does without even thinking.

"I'm sorry this was ambiguous. This job is to model lingerie the nature of which might clearly reveal nipples or labia in some cases. I don't know if your face will appear. What I want is this photographer who is attracting a lot of buzz to become your advocate, to think of and suggest you for future work, such that more and better exposure becomes inevitable, and you are one of her 'go to' choices for her projects. I anticipate she will respect your professional work ethic and relish the sexual aura you exude. I'm not viewing this simply as a matter of getting good pictures for your portfolio, though of course that is part of it, but nurturing a network of vital references who will vouch for you.

"As I understand it, there is as yet no huge time pressure for this, so it's certainly possible she might agree to do a 'with' and 'without' version. But as soon as we get to 'without', you have shed what I think you intended to be an ongoing personal signature look. Are you then going to wait for it to grow back before your next job?

"It used to be that tattoos were a huge disqualifying no-no for modeling work. That's no longer the case in large part because they can now be so quickly digitally erased with software. I imagine much the same should be possible to cause your landing strip to vanish. The problem then is that it is no longer serving your purpose, which was to be seen and recognized as a trademark Rosi feature.

"It's possible that the photographer might be okay with your landing strip, but the job offer did specify waxed. I just worry this obstacle is likely to emerge very often."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Sarah listened carefully to her mother.

Angela was so wise, thank goodness Sarah had such an advocate, already mapping out that network, that collection of connected decision makers in the Adult Industry who would vouch for a budding young model. She thought through the issues. Certainly these were things that had to be discussed face to face, and she could see why her mother had wanted to wait until the holidays to talk about it.

That was where the confusion came from. Sarah had confided her wish to dip a toe in the Adult entertainment world last holiday, so Angela had been working on the deal during term time, and clearly it wasn't something they could discuss easily while Sarah was in school. Hence, it had to wait until now. Which is why Sarah had become confused, not having all the facts.

She sighed theatrically at her misunderstandings being resolved and gave her mother a grin, now feeling much better about everything having had it explained.

It was probably quite simple to her mother, a professional, but when you're a beginner even simple things need an explanation.

"So, we haven't any room to bargain. I understand. Especially if the photographer is actually going to be training me on this job. Can we ask the photographer at least to check with her client? If this is for on line sexy lingerie, they might actually go for pubic hair to emphasise the see through aspect? Especially hair as dark as mine? If they want waxed, let's get the full wax done, though the idea of a before wax after wax set of pictures could be quite fun, don't you think? I dunno.

"If we can let it grow back for the next job, I'd really like to. I love the idea of my landing strip being a signature feature. Do you know a Graphic Designer you trust, who can help us choose a trimmed style that says, 'Rosi'? I'm just thinking aloud here, Mum, especially if there's a real chance of lots of work after this.

"And I don't want the without hair thing to stop me getting offers of work. You know my feelings, I want to keep some pubic hair. But I have to be realistic too. So can we get her to check with her client? Then the only thing left is to decide the rest of Rosi's stage name?"

Sarah leaned over and kissed her mother's cheek. She really did have the best Mum in the world.

 

[MommyGetsWet]

"Honestly, I don't think the on/off before/after idea can work, even logistically. The photographer isn't going to want to interrupt the shoot right in the middle in order for you to discard the landing strip, and even less will she want to double her workload for no extra pay. Immediately subsequent to removing those pubes, that area is going to be inflamed, unhappy, and not something you want to start documenting, nor do I expect your own mood will be conducive to looking other than hurt.

"Nevertheless, I am much more attuned to what you are after. I will call the photographer immediately upon our arrival in Zurich, and we shall see what can be worked out. It's not a graphic designer you need, it's some sort of pubic hair Michelangelo. You can't really expect to fashion an elaborate logo on a tiny canvas of hair. Maybe a basic 'R' is possible? I don't know.

"But to your earlier questions, yes, we can do Italian, and you may have wine." Angela laughed at Sarah's Italian menu naming scheme. "Well, what about 'Rosi tha Riveting' as a pseudonym? A call out to the independent pioneering feminist Rosie the Riveter, who though fictional, was inspired by some real women. Although, perhaps it's too arrogant to proclaim your own excellence. But it's better than Rosi Ricotta! Wait, that one's kinda catchy. And I like Ricotta.

"So anyway! I will gladly celebrate with you, but there will always be a part of you inside that shall remain my darling little girl, and though I am excited about your future, I do miss your childhood. I have dreaded for some time the inevitability of you graduating, moving into your own home, and living a full independent adult life. And it's kind of awful and definitely selfish to feel that way, but I do miss you so much when we are apart. So I'm very lucky and grateful to have this opportunity to be an integral part of your career and therefore a regular presence in your life." Angela looked sheepishly into Sarah's eyes, feeling a bit vulnerable to have confessed a certain remorse in confronting her daughter's maturity.

After landing in Zurich, Angela called the photographer, Jamila Lugassi, to explore what might be done to preserve a patch of Sarah's pubes. From Angela's expression and the half of the conversation Sarah overheard, it did not seem to be going very well. Although by the time the call ended, they had located Angela's Audi TT in the garage and had been sitting in it for some minutes, so clearly the response went beyond a blanket 'no'.

"Okay, let's get through the bad news first. She won't do two versions, and you have to wax it all. I'm sorry, I tried my best.

"On to better news. I said we wanted your face to appear. She said she did too, that that was what she originally pitched and quoted, but the website didn't want to pay that much, meaning Jamila had to nix having professional hair and makeup people to stay within their budget. I asked what that would run us, roughly, and when I offered to pay for that expense, she said that was nice, but no, that wouldn't work.

"I asked her why that was, and she said she had very specific ideas on how she wanted the model to look as far as the attitude and emotion that should be conveyed. She said as a brand new model, you wouldn't be able to translate her instructions into her desired poses and expressions, that you would be too shy, embarrassed, and inhibited. -Wait, wait, I know, I know.- She said she only seriously considered you for this project once she found out that beyond fitting the lingerie and having a pulse, no difficult skill would be required. But I got her to admit that if you had the aptitude, yours was the sort of face and body she wanted to use.

"Though I place great faith in your ability and enthusiasm, we both know this is a test run intended to see how you take to modeling, and we can't be absolutely sure of anything until you have tried it. So, rather than promise you would definitely succeed, I asked her to team up with us, and in exchange for her investment of time, we would pay for the hair and makeup, and we would do the shoot tomorrow night. Thus, if the whole effort were to go tits up, she had more than enough time to reshoot a faceless version with another model. So there's no real risk to her contract.

"I also reminded her that the reason we were not charging was in order to benefit from her coaching, but she had just admitted the faceless shoot wouldn't call for any instruction likely to be of great use in the future. Finally, I pointed out that a faceless shoot would offer no real opportunity for you to be noticed, and -none for her, either-. There would be no obvious means of setting her work apart from others, no way to showcase the distinctive creative vision she had in mind that originally inspired her to go after this project. This was a chance to make a powerful impression while still staying within her budget and turning a profit.

"That seemed to clinch her decision. Provided she can round up the hair and makeup people she wants on such short notice, you will be shooting tomorrow night! And your face will be featured! She will confirm with me in the next hour. But since she's not on the hook for this expense, I promise you there's a zero percent chance she won't find somebody to do it, even if they are not her first choice.

"I'm sorry this deal isn't quite everything you hoped, but this won't be the kiddie pool, you are jumping into the real thing. Yes, there's nothing but red ink for us, but when you believe in yourself, you ought to invest in yourself. As for your hair, well, all I can say is it will grow back eventually. But I hope you agree that now we have even more reason to celebrate tonight! Congratulations, darling." Angela made the awkward contortion required to hug Sarah while they were both seated in the Audi.

Convinced Jamila would find a way to make the shoot happen no matter what, Angela drove them to a spa to arrange Sarah's bikini wax. There, the receptionist tried to gently explain an appointment was necessary, but once Angela spoke to the manager, it was agreed Angela's Amex Black Card did in fact constitute an appointment, though they would have to wait for twenty minutes. Sensing Sarah's unexpressed concern, Angela pledged they wouldn't go through with it before Jamila committed herself.

In the end, it took the spa just over a half an hour before Sarah was called back, which was nineteen minutes longer than Jamila had required. Angela instinctively accompanied her daughter to lend support. How comfortable was Sarah with being nude around strangers? She would need to overcome her modesty to work as a model, and certainly as a performer in videos, if it ever came to that. And this ghastly procedure was a regularly recurring torment, so it was best to begin acclimating Sarah, though it wasn't something you could ever really get used to. Angela thought it was strangely perverse that the first requirement of adult work was the removal of the most obvious physical signature of adulthood.

Angela told herself it was just natural curiosity. How many years had it been since she had seen her daughter's labia? She couldn't recall any glimpses post puberty. Though there was a stool where Angela might have sat, she chose to stand. She told herself she was simply watching carefully to ensure everything was done properly. And sure, she wondered how similar Sarah looked down there, before and after. Visits to the gynecologist had obviously conditioned Sarah somewhat to having an unfamiliar person working in such a private, sensitive area.

The odd reality of seeing her now grown daughter's genitalia after so many years, the intimacy of the ritual that was about to take place, remembering what this had been like for her when Angela started out, and of course the dread of the imminent searing pain, all combined to instill a nervous excitement in Angela. No, more than that, she couldn't deny the tightening of her nipples, the clenching and slickening of her womb, and the swelling of her clitoris, which together betrayed her state of arousal.

She held Sarah's hand throughout, and when it was all over, she embraced her girl and cooed gentle words of solace. "Sshhh, there, there. Mummy's here. It's over. You're going to be fine. I'm sorry for all this. I love you."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Sarah hugged her mother, and the silent tears of pain slid down her cheeks to her Mum's shoulder.

Despite having been naked apart from her bra, Sarah felt about as unglamorous and unsexy as it was possible to feel, which seemed ironic in a way given the whole purpose of what they were doing.

Once the beauty therapist brought them into the room, which was a bit like a medical consulting room, Sarah was asked to undress behind the screen in the corner.

Not bothering with the screen, she simply unbuttoned her school blouse and slipped it off, then turning her skirt unfastened it and stepped out, putting both garments over the rail of the screen. She slipped her feet out of her black sensible shoes and tugged the white socks off her feet. She was just undoing her bra when the lady said to leave it on, just remove the briefs. Which she did, slipping them down her hips to her knees, and stepping out holding them one handed, they joined the rest of her clothes on the screen rail.

Sarah lay down on the bench, her little landing strip about to be consigned to history, unprepared for the shave, the hot wax, the strips, and the rips. And the pain. Thankfully Mum had warned her about the pain being rather more severe than just a stinging sensation, but she still hadn't been ready for it.

The idea of being naked, her legs lewdly spread wide, surrounded by people working intimately between her legs, an idea that frankly excited her, had turned out to be completely unlike the actual experience; a clinical procedure with just the one gowned technician anonymous in a surgical breathing mask. Thank goodness her mother had been there with her.

"If I NEVER have to do that again, it'll be too soon, Mum," she breathed into her mother's ear, "but I want you with me next time, too."

As the pain dulled, Sarah leaned back from the hug. "I think I'd like to have an easy rest-of-the-day!"

Once they were back in the Audi Sarah started to think through what her mother, her Agent, had been able to arrange. At the time she had been more apprehensive and worried about the impending tearing out of her hair by the roots in the most sensitive area of her body.

But now she had time to think, while the oils did their job of soothing her tortured skin.

"I have to say, Mum, that as an Agent and Manager, you're awesome. Once you explained it to me, I didn't really hold out much hope of keeping any of my bush, and that experience in there," nodding back towards the Spa, "would have been just as horrendous.

"I'm so pleased we're going to have my face in the pictures. I love how you did it, and since you have Jamila's complete cooperation we know it's a cert, right? But tomorrow night? Will my pussy be healed enough by then? Maybe we can look at it tomorrow morning to check the colour is back to normal and there aren't any raw patches? I'd rather postpone the shoot by a day than disappoint Jamila after all the hard work of setting it up.

"I'm glad you're impressed with her, Mum. If she's good enough to make a powerful impression on my first shoot, any shortcomings won't be from lack of effort or committment from me, just lack of skill. I'll give it my all, Mum, and listen carefully to all the advice you have to offer in the studio.

"I know I'm inexperienced, and that this is just a 'test run' as you say, to see if I'm any good and if I really want to persue modelling and Adult Entertainment as a career, but I'm not going to approach this as a taste and see. I'm committed to doing a good job. The only question will be where we go next. Will we drop the idea? In which case at least I tried it and we know it's not for me, or will we look for the next opportunity? The exploits of Rosi Ricotta, the tasty treat!

"Which makes me think about my pubic patch. An 'R' for Rosi is an idea, but I was thinking of something easier to keep the same, that's a little different from the usual parallel strip of hair, or heart, or V. A five sided diamond might be nice, ya know, like a n arrow pointing down to the treasure below, the top in a kind of roof shape? A diamond bush for Rosi Diamond, the jewel who sparkles?

"Maybe it's all been done and there's no original design left that's practical to maintain. Anyway, we have until it grows back to get it right, that is, if my next gig allows for it. And anyway, after the holidays I still have two terms of school to go, including exams, so any more shoots are already squeezed into holiday time in the Spring. Once school's out in the summer we can do as many shoots as you can get me, if this first set gets the Green Light.

"But after school, Mummy, you will let me live with you, won't you? I don't want my own place. I miss you a lot during term and want to spend more time with you. I know you have your own life without me when I'm at school and I promise not to get in the way, but can we stay together? Please?"

 

[MommyGetsWet]

Seeing the very obvious pain and distress the pubegeddon had caused her daughter was more than enough to make Angela's eyes fill with tears. Her poor, darling girl - why had she allowed this? She should have found a solution to protect Sarah. Though she knew there really was no viable workaround, she mentally castigated herself for not coming through, for not sparing Sarah this misery.

"I think I'd like to have an easy rest-of-the-day!"

"Of course, my precious child. Let's get you home now. We can still order Italian - there are several places that deliver." Angela wrapped her arm over Sarah's shoulder to escort her back to the car.

"I'm not so sure about that - I think if I were awesome, you wouldn't be in any pain right now. Perhaps I am adequate. I'm confident everything will heal fine in time for tomorrow night - that's why I had us get it over with right away. I have some lotion you should use before you go to bed, but you should scratch this off your list of things to worry about.

"Yes, we can only ever try our best. Maybe Jamila will be satisfied with the outcome, or maybe not, but we will leave with our heads held high in either case. But let's also remove what comes next from the worry list, and focus instead on two tasks for tomorrow night's photoshoot: learning from the experience, and this is just as important, enjoying it! If you let yourself have fun and avoid taking it too seriously, that joy will show through in the pictures, I promise.

"Hmm. I can imagine your diamond idea very clearly. I think that would actually look very cool! And, you could just use henna to dye the skin underneath, so that the color contrast would make the lines appear very crisp and the whole effect just pop! Yeah, I think Rosi Diamond should give this serious consideration!" Angela chuckled at her daughter's marketing savvy, impressed with her creativity.

"Oh baby, of course you can stay here! This is your house too and you're always welcome! But I probably shouldn't have said anything. Now I will fret that I pressured you with guilt. I promise I won't be resentful if you change your mind. I really only care that you do whatever makes you happy, that's all I ask."

Angela located her tablet, and after Sarah had deposited her suitcase in the room that she had grown up in over the last decade, they found an Italian restaurant and ordered food to have delivered. While they were waiting, Angela went off to her room to change her clothes, but emerged wearing only lingerie and high heels. The bra, panties, and stockings were black and shared the same lacy floral pattern.

"Darling, I must ask that you also change into something that you might expect to find yourself wearing tomorrow night. Obviously, we ordinarily only appear before others this way in certain situations, and it puts us in a certain mind frame, and comes with certain associations and expectations. Since I expect to be at your shoot, I want us to diminish any anxiety that my presence might trigger, and to a limited extent, dampen our usual response to being seen in such a vulnerable state. By spending the evening together this way, we can normalize the experience just a bit and diminish the distraction it might otherwise cause. Thus, you won't be phased at all come tomorrow night."

For a brief moment, when Angela answered the door, the astonished gentleman who delivered their food wondered if perhaps he was about to experience the greatest day of his life. Though that was not the case, Angela did tip him well. Mother and daughter sat down at the dining room table to enjoy their repast, and Angela opened a bottle of red wine to share. She proposed a toast, "To chasing your desire, and to the pleasures of the journey." Although the food after delivery was no longer quite as warm as Angela wished, brief stints in the microwave remedied that, and it proved to be very tasty.

Angela was very happy to have Sarah home again, but she couldn't help feeling a need to be ever vigilant for any sign Sarah didn't really want to become involved in adult entertainment. Money clearly wasn't the issue, for Angela came from a very wealthy family, and her impressive career earnings were merely icing on the cake. But was she doing the right thing, to not only give her blessing, but to actively aid Sarah in her effort to break into the business? Was Sarah strong enough to withstand the scorn, the presumption by so many ignorant people that she must necessarily be stupid, abused, misguided, or a slut to have chosen this work? Was she ready to confront people who would treat her as little better than animate meat? Did she harbor illusions about it all being giggles and glamor? Would a day arrive when Sarah was bitter and enraged, furious her own mother had failed to adequately warn her, to shield her from harm?

These fears preyed on Angela and before very long she had opened a second bottle of wine. By the time they finished dinner, Angela's speech was ever so slightly slurry. "C'mon, beautiful girl, let'sh go watch something! Whatever you want! Let'sh spoon on the couch, like when you were little." Angela led Sarah by the hand, their heels clicking on the hardwood floors until they reached the carpeted living room, where they settled into the couch. Feeling the warmth of her baby girl's body next to her own, Angela felt a soothing sense of love, peace, and contentment. She kissed the back of Sarah's head, and before her daughter could even decide what to watch, and despite the relatively early hour, Angela fell right asleep, snoring gently into Sarah's shoulder blade.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Sarah stroked the soft hand lying under her own against her bare tummy while the TV glowed and hummed to the soft sounds of an old black and white classic movie, and listened to the gentle snorts and breathing against her back, snuggling herself closer. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother has fallen asleep against her, and it elicited a gush of warmth and affection for this amazing person who bore her 18 years ago.

She couldn’t begin to imagine how much anguish her mother had experienced in those 18 years, but she knew full well that she’d gladly rearranged her whole life to take care of the daughter she probably never expected. Everyone knew her mother preferred women, and hadn’t been known to ever be in a romantic relationship with a man, only with other women. So she mustn’t have seen getting pregnant as a likely eventuality. But she’d taken to it with love, affection, devotion, determination and sound practical sense.

Well, that was Sarah’s take anyway, and at least some of it was true. She could personally vouch for the love, affection, devotion, determination and sound practical sense. She was seeing it afresh in the way her mother was representing her interests in this crazy desire of hers to join the Adult Entertainment world. It was crazy mostly because she had no real experience of sex, yet sex was what it was all about. She had plenty of school friends who slept with boyfriends in the holidays, and even sent naked selfies to them in term time. Sarah had never done either of those things, and she had her mother’s wisdom and experience to thank for it. Sarah well knew the value of the naked body, and to squander such a commodity on a boyfriend who would be with another girl in weeks or months, that was just stupid.

Sarah exposing herself on camera to professionals who would pay for the service, or in the case of Jamila would vouch for her, was far better than seeing herself on an amateurs website with no remuneration or credit. She wasn’t going to be doing anything her friends hadn’t already done, but Sarah was doing it properly.

And if things took off for Rosi Diamond and she progressed in the Industry, again Sarah wouldn’t be doing anything more than many of her friends who admitted to having sex at parties with boys they’d only just met. At least for Sarah her partners would be certified clean and there was no skulking around or jealous boyfriends to worry about, or even fear of her mother finding out!

It all made perfect sense, was to her advantage, was safe as far as anything ever could be since Mum was checking offers and contracts. The only thing she hadn’t reckoned on so far was the waxing. She still felt uncomfortable, but the jar of oils they’d given her at the spa should help overnight. With Mum asleep, Sarah might not actually get the soothing cream she’d offered. Oh well.

She smiled as she recalled how her mother had answered the door in her sexy lingerie while Sarah had watched discreetly from the other room, and the confusion of the poor delivery guy who just didn’t know where to look. Mum’s cleavage was an Industry byword, and the poor man had it almost in his face. Yes, Mum still had it, despite retiring so long ago, about the time she bought this place, Sarah thought.

Sarah’s own choice of underwear for the evening was far less sophisticated than her mother’s, but it was pretty and feminine. A light silk satin bra, black with a maroon trim, and matching boy-shorts briefs edged with maroon lace. Her legs were clad in three quarter length maroon hold-up stockings, shiny black patent pumps with two inch heels completing the set. She also had a ruby clasped in gold on a gold chain between her breasts, the two of which together barely constituted the same amount of flesh as just one of Mum’s.

Dressed so informally for dinner, which felt rather nice and intimate, they had chatted more about the photoshoot and their hopes for the future. Mum again emphasised the importance of learning from her experiences tomorrow, but to offset that by being determined to enjoy it. That part, Sarah suspected, would be the easy bit. She felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of being photographed so intimately in skimpy sexy lingerie.

And what then? Would they stop, accept it was not to be pursued, leave with heads high? Or proceed as Rosi Diamond with her distinctive signature pubic bush, complete with henna skin dye?

Sarah could feel her eyelids drooping even though the film hadn’t finished yet, so she disengaging Mum’s arm, rolled herself carefully from the couch and stood, stretching to ease her tired limbs.

“Goodnight Mum,“ she whispered, kissing the forehead beneath the lustrous rich raven hair, “To chasing our desires and the pleasures of the journey,” and covering her recumbent mother with one of the silk drapes Sarah took herself to bed.

 

[MommyGetsWet]

In the near dark gloom, Angela took a long moment to recognize she was in her own living room on the couch, resting under a silk cover. Why? What time was it?

Those worthy questions would have to yield to a more immediate concern because Angela's bladder asserted temporary control over her agenda. As she stood up, she discovered she was wearing only lingerie. Sarah! Sarah was home! The recollection brought a big grin to her face as she padded off barefoot to the bathroom.

When she emerged, she went to the kitchen to obtain a small glass of pineapple juice. She knew she had somewhat overdone things at dinner, and now wasn't feeling her best. She hadn't meant to drift off - not at all. Was Sarah mad? It may have been accidental, but falling asleep seemed a tad rude. Had Sarah gone to bed? All was quiet. The digital clock on the microwave indicated it was a little past midnight. Angela swallowed the last of her drink before heading toward her daughter's room.

As expected, the door was closed. Should she knock? Sarah was probably asleep. Almost certainly. But Angela had a strong urge just to see her, just to know she really was actually home again, safe and sound. It wasn't all that late, not really. Sarah was on vacation and wouldn't have to get up early at all. The shoot wasn't until the evening, by which time-

-Oh shit!-

The lotion! She totally forgot. Well, that settled it. After retrieving the lotion from her medicine cabinet, she returned to knock on Sarah's door. "Darling? It's mummy - I'm so sorry to wake you, but I forgot to give you the lotion. Is it alright to come in for a moment?"

Entering the room as Sarah switched on a small light, Angela immediately felt self conscious about her own near nudity. She was quite surprised by this nervousness because she had been at ease all through dinner, so why the butterflies all of a sudden? Even so, seeing that her daughter was just fine addressed a more primal anxiety.

She approached and sat along the edge of the bed, and offered the plastic bottle to Sarah. "How are you feeling, sweetheart? Are you okay? I'm so sorry I fell asleep like that. Having you here with me just sort of signaled that all was right with the world, nothing else mattered, and I just was super calm and relaxed, almost like-"

Wait! You can't say that! What the hell are you thinking?

"Well, it was really very nice, but I didn't mean to more or less abandon you. Anyway, you should apply the lotion. It's probably not even necessary, but if you wound up with a problem and we had skipped this, I would be upset with myself."

Okay, good. Mission accomplished. Time to go.

"It's cold, so you probably want to rub some between your hands first. To, you know, warm it up some."

She's got this. She's not a child. Say goodnight.

"Just... I want to make sure you're okay. It should already feel a lot better. Will you, um... check? So I know?"

How could you? You're horrible. It's pathetic.

"Light, delicate contact. You don't really have to press or have any appreciable friction."

Is this who you are? Is this what we're doing now?

"Your skin will absorb what it needs. It's got aloe, plus some great cbd stuff. But hopefully most of the sting has subsided. It's not too bad, am I correct?"

You have got to go. Seriously! Right now.

"Okay, baby. If you can't sleep for whatever reason, let me know, otherwise I will see you in the morning. I love you so much, Sarah."

Angela looked deeply into her daughter's eyes. She placed her hands on the bed, each just above Sarah's corresponding shoulder. She slowly bent forward, hovering above. Gravity pulled more and more of Angela's hair off her naked shoulders, and it hung down, gradually forming a canopy, a veil that was carefully lowered, obscuring the rest of the room, isolating the two of them within a soft curtain.

As Angela became horizontal, her heavy bosom surged against the front of her bra, and her erect nipples strained to bore through the cloth. Gazing down into Sarah's gorgeous face, Angela's pupils were fully dilated. Lower, and still lower, until at last Angela's bra encased breasts made contact and began to spread outward as the weight pressure increased. Angela puckered her lips very slightly. She placed a single very delicate kiss upon the tip of Sarah's nose.

"Sweet dreams, baby girl," she whispered, the soft puffs of her pineapple and wine breath tickling Sarah's lips.

Angela retreated from the room, her hips swaying with victory.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

“Good night, Mum,” Sarah whispered to her mother’s retreating back, “I love you,” the sweet scent of pineapple still hanging in the air.

She wasn’t sure what just happened, but she knew she liked it. There was something about the way her mother kissed her, pressed her boobs against Sarah’s chest, enclosed them both within the drapes of her gorgeous hair that made Sarah tingle. It pleased her but also confused her, especially with the soothing coolness of the lotion so freshly applied drawing her attention to the ravaged skin between her legs.

That was another thing. It had seemed quite logical that Sarah should peel back the covers and lift her t-shirt nightie so that Mum could help her check her sore skin. Yet lying there, with her mother sitting beside her on the bed, baring her freshly waxed pussy for some attention seemed to have another dimension.

And when Sarah started to apply the lotion, first in circles around the edges of her former pubic hair, then closer to her labia, caressing the skin around her clitoris, it felt almost like she was masturbating in front of her mother, sending conflicting signals of what was happening. But the lotion felt so nice, and Sarah carried on gently rubbing like Mum suggested, the lightest touch, fingers following Mum’s directions as they gently stroked up and down paralleling her slightly puffed lips.

When she felt her breathing on the verge of changing, and that familiar tingle in her nipples, Sarah knew she had to stop and force of will drew her fingers away, wiping off the excess lotion with a tissue. Reluctantly she lowered her nightie, while Mum lowered her body to give that lovely ‘goodnight’ kiss on her nose.

Now that Mum had gone, Sarah turned out the light and lifted her nightie again. Thinking better of it she sat up, took the nightie off completely and lay back down, her hands exploring her still puffy nipples and the inner folds between her legs that hadn’t needed the wax treatment. That skin was undamaged, untraumatised, and wanting attention.

Left hand pinching her right nipple, right hand fingers grazing slowly up and down between her lips, flitting over her clitoris at the end of each stroke, she pictured her mother’s face, relived the scrutiny of her healing pubis, and worked her fingers faster.

Mmm, yes, she was getting into the familiar pattern, hips rocking now, nipple pinched and twisted, pulled, yes, “Mum,” she whispered in her quietest voice, “am I doing it right? Do you like my technique?”

All alone in her bedroom, Sarah masturbated like never before, for the first time having a face in her mind to watch what she was doing. It was only professional training she was imagining, in case one day, very soon hopefully, she would be masturbating for a photographer on set, mm, yes, with Mum watching and coaching her, oh fuck yes, Mum, “do you like how I’m doing myself, Mum?” oh yes, “ooh, FUCK,” and her hips bucked as the inner clenching began, ripples of exquisite climax better than she’d enjoyed for a very long time.

Letting out a long breath, Sarah let go of her nipple and wiped her wetness away with fresh tissues. With a big smile on her face she rolled over to sleep.

“It’s ok Mum,” she whispered, quieter this time, “I know what to do if I can’t sleep.”

Sarah closed her eyes and drifted off.

In the morning she showered and washed her hair, drying it carefully even though they would have a professional stylist this evening. Then putting on just the t-shirt nightie of last night she padded barefoot into the kitchen.

“Morning, Mum,” she kissed her mother’s fragrant cheek, “I’m starving!”

 

[MommyGetsWet]

Angela didn't hear Sarah's barefoot approach until the last moment. "Oh, good morning, sweetheart! Look outside! I was just admiring the fresh snowfall we had overnight. Probably only an inch or so, but everything looks so pristine and pretty. Just like you!" She embraced Sarah in a firm hug.

Angela was wearing black denim jeans and a soft wool blend pastel pink sweater. Finally registering that her daughter was only wearing the same oversized shirt she slept in, Angela said, "Baby! You're going to freeze to death in that! Go put some clothes on, right now. -No, wait one second. Let me have a quick look." She knelt down, right in front of Sarah, and lifted the bottom of the nightshirt. "Everything looks normal. Does it hurt at all?" Angela placed the pads of the fingertips of her right hand so they touched the surface of Sarah's skin exactly where she knew the landing strip had been. She let her fingers glide left and right, only barely contacting the sensitive flesh. "Your beautiful kitty looks ready to make her public debut, or is this a pubic debut?" Angela giggled as she released the shirt and stood up.

"Okay, you need to go change so we can go out. We have holiday lights and decorations to admire. I think we ought to pick out a Christmas tree together - I refuse to wrestle with them by myself. I was also thinking it would be fun to go ice skating, so long as you promise not to press your luck. We can't have you getting injured just now! Or we can catch a movie if you want. For food, all I have here at the house are eggs and fruit. Beyond that, we will need to eat out or buy some groceries. Just throw on anything warm and comfortable - you don't need to go glamorous for your silly old mum." Angela stepped into Sarah's embrace to kiss her forehead, and allowed her hands to sample the curves formed by the upper half of Sarah's buttocks.

Angela pulled away to go put her coat on and shovel the sidewalk leading to the driveway. Soon enough, mother and daughter set out to enjoy Zurich's wintertime diversions. They had an early dinner in order to arrive promptly at the studio at five o'clock.

In addition to the photographer, Jamila, there was Victor and Teresa to assist with hair and makeup, respectively. After the introductions, Victor whisked Sarah off to begin the lengthy task of implementing Jamila's request. Angela gave Jamila all the signed paperwork for her to review.

As Victor got underway by washing Sarah's hair, he began admonishing her for her apparent lack of hair care. "Oh, no, no, no. Sweety! What have you been doing? Your hair needs love! It won't thrive just with ordinary attention and hygiene. Not at all. You need to place it under my care, so we can rehabilitate this situation, and get you looking like you should. Here's my card, put that away, and be sure to call me so we can get you on a schedule. My salon is like, maybe twenty minutes from here, at most. And I gave your mother my card also, and I offer a family discount. Please, don't let this go on any longer - in this field, it's very important to look your best, and at all times. You never know when you will run into an agent or talent scout or casting director, and you have only that moment to leave a lasting impression. I will make sure your hair tells them they can rely on you to take your beauty very very seriously."

Victor was still working away when Jamila and Angela interrupted, and he looked highly displeased by this intrusion. Jamila began with an apology.

"I'm sorry, Victor. Just a quick thing, hopefully. I have one more release for Sarah to sign. Since we changed our approach to now include your face, I need you to sign this waiver. It says you understand that while I'm certainly not going to touch you, I might say anything at all, things that might upset you, insult you, or otherwise make you uncomfortable. Most jobs allow you to work with every expectation of not being subjected to a sexually charged environment or in any way being harassed verbally. This is not that job. I'm going to say whatever I need to get you to look the way I want. And this, as you well know, is all about sexuality and eroticism, so nothing is off limits. But to keep it real, this just protects me from any lawsuit, but you are obviously free to walk away at any time if it's too much for you. I want us to succeed, and I know this is new to you, so I promise I will try not to give you more than you can handle. Your mom has read it over and says it's okay, right?"

Angela nodded. "Yes. And of course, I will be right there - I will make sure you're okay throughout the shoot."

Jamila turned on Angela. "What?! No you won't! What kind of bullshit is this? She's not a minor. There's no way! I'm not sure you understand exactly how this is going to go. Trust me, you won't want to be here, I promise you."

Angela was taken aback. "No, I'm sorry, I absolutely will be present. That's my daughter, and I am her manager, and I am here to protect her interests, no matter what."

"Exactly! That's your daughter! How the fuck am I supposed to get her juices flowing, to get in the zone, while you are hovering around, killing all the buzz? No fucking way! If you're watching, how is Sarah supposed to loosen up, to be free and uninhibited, to feel sexy, when her damn mother is looking on? It will completely ruin the shoot. I can't believe this shit. What kind of perverted shit do you think I'm okay with? You have to leave, and she will call when we're done."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Sarah just looked from Mum to Jamila to Mum and back as the battle was fought by the two determined women, one the driven creative artist, the other the passionate advocate and protector.

It was probably Jamila’s call as the photographer; it was her session, her studio, her vision, so she would likely have the last word.

But as if to help, Sarah spoke up and announced, “I’m totally ok with any words you use, maam, I’ll totally get into the shoot, and won’t be in the least put off or inhibited with Mum there, I promise. I understand nothing is off limits in how you‘ll speak to me. I might be new to this but I can take it. Do your worst!”

She didn’t know if it would help or hinder, but to show Jamila that they weren’t trying to take over, she added, “but it’s up to you; you’re the photographer. You’re the boss of this shoot.”

Sarah felt herself becoming mildly aroused by the promise of Jamila’s approach, the mention of sexuality and eroticism, nothing off limits. Perhaps the photographer thought Sarah just wanted to be a model, lingerie and swim wear perhaps? In which case she would be right to expect a faint heart. But that wasn’t the limit of Sarah’s ambition.

Rosi Diamond didn’t do tame lingerie and swimwear shoots.

And of course she was thrilled to hear that confirmation: her face was going to be seen in the photographs! It was beginning. This was her big opportunity, her chance. Mum had done so well to arrange it, and Sarah had no intention of ruining it now. Whatever it took, whatever Jamila said or asked for, or told her to do, Sarah was giving everything to this shoot. Nothing off limits, she told herself. What was it Mum had said? ‘Your beautiful kitty is about to make its pubic debut!‘

You are Rosi Diamond, she told herself, and this is your big audition, your test. But it was just a lingerie shoot. How bad could it get?

At her mother’s suggestion, she had put on clothes that wouldn’t leave any elastic marks on her skin, so warm soft jogging pants, t-shirt and sweaters, sheepskin boots and a warm woollen coat. And a knitted bobble hat.

It had been just the thing for enjoying the winter entertainments, but here indoors it had been too warm, and now Sarah was just in her socks, sweat pants and t shirt, no underwear to avoid marks on her skin.

She was already feeling relaxed and excited, loosened up, by the fun day with Mum and lovely early dinner, and of course from Victor’s fussing attention. If she ever got paid for a gig, she might indeed give Victor a call to look after her hair. She’d wondered how he’d feel about looking after her other hair, her Diamond? Would he do the styling of that, as well?

She hoped he’d be present at the shoot to redo her hair if needed, even if Mum wasn‘t allowed to be there, and of course she still had the ministrations of Teresa to look forward to.

Maybe Teresa, as a makeup artist would help with the henna?


Sarah wondered about the Lingerie, what it would look like, it’s style and feel, texture, comfort. It would be amazing to know that on a website, or better a billboard that it was her body selling the clothing, adding the womanly sensuality to make men and woman desire the merchandise, need to buy it, to buy the image of Sarah in it.

Her face quietly lit up from within. She signed the release.

Sarah repeated, “but it’s up to you; you’re the photographer. You’re the boss of this shoot.”

 

[MommyGetsWet]

"If you will excuse us, we need a moment to consult in private," said Angela in a calm, serious tone that Sarah knew from experience signaled trouble ahead. Angela led her daughter away so they could confer without being overheard.

"I am surprised - by all of this. Much as you are learning about modeling as you go, I'm learning about managing. I really do not appreciate the implication that somehow it's inappropriate for me to ensure you are never exploited or misled, that my wish to protect you implies I am a bad mother with a twisted agenda. I guess I was so sure I could passively observe and not disturb anyone unless there was an issue of serious concern that I just assumed there would be no objection. She doesn't know either one of us, but if we were just ordinary people, I can see how her concerns would sound valid and reasonable.

"But it's fair to say I have a much greater awareness of how things go on a shoot like this - I am not easily shocked, and despite your youth, you are no fragile snowflake either. It seems pretty evident she doesn't know who I am. She's acting as if we are both clueless prudes who just stepped off a bus. You know that's not true.

"It was very hurtful and disappointing to watch you set aside these facts and simply agree to her demands. You didn't bother to discuss it with me, either as your mom or your manager. I knew you were interested in exploring different pathways to a career as an adult entertainer, but I thought you wanted my insight and expertise. Instead I find at the first setback I am to be discarded, the unique benefits I offer as a manager casually dismissed as unnecessary.

"You could have hired a real agent, one that would be delighted to take a cut of all your earnings, one that is no more than a voice on the phone, and nowhere to be found if conditions are not what was promised. I thought I had been entrusted with an important role to play, but it seems you feel you have everything under control, and I am now just an unwelcome distraction.

"I will leave if you want, and even pick you up afterward if that is your wish. However, you will need to find a new manager effective immediately. Or, you can rescue this project by standing up for yourself. If you allow loud and angry people to bully you into compliance, you can never expect to have your wishes respected. I would ordinarily be your champion, but you have just erased any claim to authority I may have had. Now it's up to you to convince her. You must insist that I remain, that neither you nor I are intimidated by her antics, nor her intended explicit coaching. If you are going to triumph and deliver what she wants, if no audience is going to throw you off or impede your focus, then you need to persuade her of this. Right now."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Sarah watched her mother in silence as the lecture unfolded. While feeling justifiably admonished and reprimanded for her inconsiderate presumption, heart sinking and stomach churning, embarrassed by her own inappropriate and careless disregard for the proper order of things, mortified that she should have hurt the person who in all the world she loved the most, Sarah also felt the deepest admiration and respect.

There was no doubt. Mum was awesome.

Having endured the well-deserved telling off, so thorough and clear and illuminating, Sarah took hold of her mother’s hands and looked into those beautiful eyes.

“Mum, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. You’re quite right. About everything.”

Sarah lowered her own eyes and tried to think about how she could explain herself.

“The thing is, I just wasn’t thinking, Mum. I was nervous, excited, filling my head with what I needed to do, to be able to do. It’s unlike anything I’ve done before, and I handled that conversation badly.

“I guess I allowed her to distract me by implying I wouldn’t be able to take the heat of her comments, that I’d flake out, and I let her manipulate me.

“I was focussed, in the zone of ‘I must succeed in this shoot no matter what’ and didn’t see anything beyond that. I just wanted to make you proud, show you I can take it, no matter what’s thrown at me. I shouldn’t have said anything without discussing it with you. Especially on my first gig. I got it wrong, Mum. I’m sorry. Please forgive me?”

Leading her mother back to the studio but letting go of her hand, Sarah asked Jamila,

“May I see that release again? The one I just signed?”

Taking the document from the photographer’s hand Sarah passed it to her mother.

“Thanks, sorry about that!” she smiled at Jamila in a half embarrassed slightly gawky teenage way.

“I understand your the boss, its your studio, your contract. That makes sense. You have to forgive me, I am new to all this. But Ms Roth is my manager and agent, I shouldn‘t sign anything she hasn‘t given me, and she’s guiding my career and helping me grow in the skills I need.

“Once you’ve finished the shoot, Ms Roth and I will go somewhere and talk about how it went from our perspective, successful or not. I need to learn from experience, and I need a guiding hand that knows what I have achieved and what I haven’t, what I did well, and what I need to work on. Ms Roth is that person who will be with me through my career. And I need to be able to give my all whoever is watching, whatever the audience, don’t you think?

“If she isn’t here to witness what happens, she won’t be in a position to help me, and I don’t know how much value this session will be to us. I know you have your own clients to satisfy, but I believe there’s time for you to find another model if you need to? But you aren’t paying me, and we are meeting Victor and Teresa’s expenses, so you haven’t invested too much that can’t be recovered?

“It’s just that I don’t see the point in us doing this if Ms Roth isn’t present?

“But you’re the boss of this shoot. Are we going to do this with my manager present? It’s up to you?”