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LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!
by Gato Medio

April 2004 - all rights reserved

Part 1 of 3

"Where's that damned hairbrush?"

Gabriella was furious. Why on earth did things always
disappear from their proper place. The hairbrush's place
was right here, on top of the vanity unit. Just a bit to
the right. She should be able to pick it up without
having to take her eyes off the mirror. But it wasn't
there.

Gabriella had just taken a shower and washed her hair.
She had dried it to the point where it now needed a
brushing so that it wouldn't fly all over the place in a
disorderly mess. Her shoulder-length dark hair needed the
discipline of the hairbrush. At least one hundred
strokes. But the hairbrush had disappeared. Gabriella
remembered that Lucia, the maid, had been in the bathroom
the day before to put everything in order. Except that
her idea of order was different from Gabriella's.
Gabriella kept her things in an organised disorder; she
always knew where everything was - or at least where it
was supposed to be. She checked all the drawers and
compartments of the vanity unit. No hairbrush.

"Bedroom," she said to herself and went looking in her
bedroom. No luck.

"Other bathroom." Maybe the maid had confused things and
put her hairbrush on the vanity unit in the second
bathroom. Gabriella wrapped herself in a towel and went
looking. Nothing.

"Tina's room," Gabriella said. Tina, her seventeen year
old daughter, was in the habit of carrying off objects
and leaving them in her room, similar to a burrowing
animal accumulating food for winter. The cordless phone
was a regular visitor there. But, over time, she had also
hi-jacked the remote control for the TV set, telephone
books, assorted tools and kitchen implements and the
ironing board. There was a good chance that Gabriella's
hairbrush had also found its way into Tina's room.

Going into Tina's room in her absence was a touchy
subject. The two had had a number of noisy arguments
about that. Tina accused her mother of snooping on her,
trying to find out things she didn't feel like telling
her mother, invading her privacy. At one stage Tina
decided to lock her room whenever she went out. But then
one day she left the phone inside her locked room and her
mother couldn't get at it. Gabriella decided to call a
locksmith to open the door and when Tina came home there
was an almighty row. Tina had threatened to move out.

That was the last thing Gabriella wanted to happen. Her
'snooping', as Tina called it, wasn't purely a desire to
satisfy her curiosity. Gabriella wanted to be there when
Tina needed her, she wanted to know there was a problem
before Tina found it important enough to tell her. If
Tina were to move out, she wouldn't be able to look after
her little girl, she would blame herself if anything
happened to her.

When Tina was born, Gabriella had been 17 years old, just
like Tina was today. Gabriella had fallen for the easy
smile of Leandro, Tina's father. With his happy-go-lucky
attitude and his silver tongue he was able to make any
woman feel she was the most beautiful, most sexy, most
desirable woman in the world. She had fallen into his bed
the day he first set eyes on her. Leandro wasn't her
first, but the handful of men which had come before him
paled into insignificance compared to Leandro's skills in
pleasing a woman. One month later - Bingo! - she knew she
was pregnant.

She didn't even try to persuade him to marry her. Leandro
couldn't belong to just one woman. It was pointless to
try to imprison this butterfly of a man who was
constantly moving from one flower to the next. As the
size of her belly increased, Leandro's passion for her
diminished. Then, when she was in her seventh month, he
said he was going to spend some time in the wilderness.
Gabriella soon found out that her name was Juraci, and
she was gorgeous. If she'd been only half as intelligent
as she was sensual, she would have been a genius. But the
distribution of good looks and brains was quite
disproportionate.

'Who am I to call other women stupid?' Gabriella scolded
herself. She had fallen for Leandro's affirmation that
sex wasn't any good unless it involved the direct contact
of skin to skin, cock to cunt. Real men didn't use
preservatives. No, Ma'am.

Gabriella knew that today's generation had different
attitudes in many respects, but nobody could guarantee
her that there wasn't a bastard out there who would get
her daughter pregnant. She wanted Tina to be more
careful, more responsible, cleverer, happier than she had
been. A few times she had said, "I don't want to be a
grandma at 34," and Tina had replied, "Tell me when you
would like to be a granny, mum, so I can try to schedule
it in." In the end they had come to a 'gentlewomen's
agreement'. Tina would not lock her room and her mother
had promised not to snoop.

All this flashed through Gabriella's mind as she opened
the door to her daughter's room, reminding herself that
she was just looking for her hairbrush and wouldn't use
the opportunity for having a look around. She wouldn't
touch anything, just look. She wouldn't open any drawers
or doors, just see if the hairbrush was lying somewhere -
on the table, the bed, anywhere. Gabriella didn't find
her hairbrush but something else caught her attention. It
was a video cassette which, apart from the manufacturer's
label, had a little sticker on it which read 'Chris 1/2'.

'Chris' was Tina's preferred nickname. She found the name
Tina boring and had persuaded all her friends and
teachers to call her Chris. As far as Gabriella was
concerned, Tina was Tina, and that was that. Tina/Chris
liked the gender ambivalence of Chris and enjoyed the
confusions which arose when someone who knew her only by
name, expected 'Chris' to be short for Christopher and
suddenly found out that this particular Chris was short
for Christina.

Gabriella was a cameraman. Actually, her being a woman,
this should be camerawoman. But she didn't like that term
and thought the other options - cameraperson or camera
operative - were even more horrible. At her place of
work, they referred to her and her colleagues, both male
and female, simply as camera, full stop. She worked for
one of the major TV networks. It was a demanding job. You
had to work all hours and be prepared to travel at short
notice, which could play havoc with your social life. But
the job also had its rewards. The pay was excellent and
she got to meet many interesting people. She found that
she spent most of her social life in the company of
others who were in the same predicament as her: arranging
their lives within the framework of an unsocial,
unpredictable work schedule. On the whole, she thought
the positive points outnumbered the negative ones by far.

She hadn't done anything to steer Tina towards working in
the media. She wanted her to make her own choice, without
being influenced by her mother. But she couldn't help
feeling pleased when Tina chose an extra-curricular
project which dealt with film and TV. A group of students
had got together to study theoretical and practical
aspects of film making under the tutelage of a teacher.
They were going to produce a short movie and would submit
it as an entry in a nationwide competition of student
filmmakers.

Tina had never told her mother which particular aspect of
the film she was responsible for. Gabriella didn't know
whether she was directing, scripting, camera, lights,
special effects or any of the other disciplines involved
in filmmaking. She thought it better not to ask, she
didn't want to be considered intrusive. Tina had made it
clear that they wanted to learn from experience, not be
told how to do it by an expert.

When Gabriella saw the sticker which said 'Chris 1/2',
she assumed this was the first of two parts of the film
they were producing. It fired up her curiosity, both
professionally and as Tina's mother. She picked up the
tape to have a look at what they were doing. Maybe she
could give them some hints. That wasn't snooping, was it?

Gabriella went to the living room and popped the tape
into the video recorder. The search for the hairbrush was
forgotten. When the initial flickering stopped, there was
the picture of a naked girl. More precisely, the torso of
a naked girl, because the picture had been chopped off at
the neck and above the knees.

"That's terrible," she said. "How can they let their
camera get away with something like that?" Even without
the head, the figure looked familiar.

Then the girl moved. No, the camera moved. It moved back
and the whole girl and part of the room came into view.
It was Tina, her little Tina, posing naked for the
camera! And she was standing in Gabriella's bedroom!

"How dare they!" she exclaimed. Tina had never asked for
permission to use her mother's bedroom as a film studio.

Gabriella ran back quickly through her recent engagements
and concluded that this had probably happened during the
weekend she had spent with Silvio at the health resort in
the nearby mountains. Silvio had invited her to this
super-luxurious spa where guests could undergo all kinds
of relaxing and rejuvenating treatments in order to
return full of energy to the rat race.

Unfortunately, Silvio's performance in bed had been
anything but healthy. It broke her heart, but she decided
to be honest with him, and on the journey back she
suggested he'd continue to patronize the professional
ladies he was seeing regularly. They probably didn't mind
if the whole action was over within the space of five
minutes - on the contrary.

Out of frustration and lack of anything else to do,
Gabriella had used every exercise machine available and
undergone every treatment the resort had to offer. She
was completely exhausted when she got home. She still
remembered that her sweet little daughter Tina ("I'm
going to wring her neck when I get a chance.") had
noticed how groggy she was. "Tough weekend?" she had
asked and Gabriella had replied, "Yeah, but not because
of what *you* think."

So, it had been on that weekend that Tina and her friends
had invaded her privacy and had shot a movie in her
bedroom! Tina was going to hear about that, for sure! The
only problem would be explaining how she'd found out.

By the way, what kind of movie was this? It dawned on her
that what she'd seen so far looked more like a third-rate
porn movie than an entry to a school competition.

On the video, Tina had moved onto the bed - Gabriella's
bed! - and was caressing her breasts. The camera first
showed the whole girl, then zoomed in, showing only the
face and chest.

"That's better," Gabriella said as the camera panned down
the girl's body, following a hand which moved from the
girl's breasts via her belly to her pussy. That move had
been executed quite well, considering that they probably
didn't have a steady-cam at their disposal.

The camera now focussed on the girl's almost hairless
pussy. The girl was stimulating herself, moving her
fingers up and down her pussy lips, rubbing her clit,
combining circular movements on her clit with up-and-down
strokes along her slit.

Gabriella was fascinated, but something wasn't quite
right. She rewound the tape a little and selected replay
at half speed. "That's the trick," she congratulated
herself. "You've got to show this part in slow motion, it
becomes more dream-like, more sensual."

The girl was now masturbating in slow motion. The
movement of her fingers along her slit increased in
length, going as far as the little rosette of her rear
hole. Then the other hand joined the first, prying her
pussy lips open to reveal the entry to her love channel
and allow the finger to slip inside. The movement of the
finger now went from the clitoris to the anus, rubbing,
stroking and slipping inside the vagina.

"It's a pity there is no sound, otherwise she would be
moaning by now," Gabriella said. "I wonder how they plan
to add the sound. That will be one hell of a job to
synchronise."

Without her being aware of it, her own hands had
unfastened the towel, moved to her pussy and were
imitating the hands on the TV screen. Soon she was
producing the moaning sounds that were missing from the
tape. When she became aware of this, she stopped
immediately.

"That's disgusting! Here I am, getting myself off,
watching a tape of my own daughter masturbating. I ought
to be ashamed of myself!"

But the scene on the TV screen didn't become less
arousing because of this. Her own pussy wanted attention.
There wasn't any face anywhere on the screen. No nametag,
just a pussy and two hands. How was she supposed to know
that these belonged to her daughter? The girl in the
video had inserted two fingers into her pussy and was
pushing them in and out with determination. Gabriella
decided to follow her example. She worked in unison with
the picture on the screen and pushed her fingers deep
into her wet cunt. When the girl's hips bucked,
indicating that she had climaxed, so did Gabriella.

The TV screen went white. Was that it? She fast-forwarded
the tape to see if there was more. When the tape came to
another recording showing two naked female figures, she
noticed from the clock on the VCR that Tina was due to
arrive in a few minutes. She quickly rewound the tape and
put it back into Tina's room, exactly where she had found
it.

                         -----

Gabriella still didn't know whether she should feel
guilty about masturbating to her daughter's performance.
Watching that tape had brought her finely balanced
emotive system into disarray. She was going to talk to
Tina about this, but she needed a clear head, she needed
to develop a strategy. She needed time to think before
she'd act. For the time being she'd just pretend nothing
happened.

She returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa
where she would wait for Tina to arrive. She wanted to
create the impression that she had been sitting there all
the time. When she felt something hard under her bottom,
she lifted the cushion and found her hairbrush. What on
earth was it doing there?

Having finally found the hairbrush, Gabriella decided to
return to her bathroom to brush her hair. It was probably
even better to be in the middle of doing something when
Tina came home rather than to be sitting there, waiting
and worrying that Tina might notice something unusual.

As she brushed her hair, Gabriella thought how strange
this situation had become. She remembered a time during
her childhood when she and her older sister were secretly
looking at books they weren't supposed to touch.

Those books were being kept on the top shelf, too high
for the girls to reach. But the girls were clever enough
to get at those books using a stepladder. They would look
at the pictures they weren't supposed to see and read the
forbidden stories and then returned each book to its
place, making sure that everything was as they had found
it.

But often there was one little detail they missed and
their parents noticed that something was different and
asked uncomfortable questions. She remembered that after
their transgressions she always felt butterflies in her
tummy and her heart would beat faster while she watched
to see if the adults would find them out.

That was exactly how she was feeling now. She had
butterflies in her stomach because she was worried her
daughter might find out that she'd watched the video.
That was ridiculous! It was Tina who should be worried
that her mother found out about this tape. Not her
getting nervous about her daughter finding out she'd seen
it.

                         -----

There were steps outside and a knock on the door.

"Hi mum, I'm home."

"Hi Tina, how was your day today?"

Gabriella looked at her daughter and thought what an
attractive young lady she was. Although she was fully
dressed - or what passes for fully dressed in these
tropical climes: cut-off top, Lycra shorts, sandals - she
couldn't help thinking of the close-up of Tina's pussy
which had filled her TV screen only a short while ago.

For the first time Gabriella admitted that Tina's navel
piercing looked distinctly sexy. That piercing had been
the subject of several noisy arguments. Gabriella had
been dead set against it and Tina had called her old-
fashioned.

"For Christ's sake, mum," she had exclaimed, "we're
talking about a navel piercing. You act as if I wanted to
wear a ring through my nose or have my tongue or nipples
pierced."

Gabriella couldn't think of any reason why anyone would
want to wear a ring through their nose, and the mere
thought of having her tongue or nipples pierced made her
wince. In the end Tina won and was now wearing a very
attractive piece of body jewellery in her navel.

Tina looked at her mother. So she'd found the hairbrush.
Good. Chances were that she had been looking in her room
before she found it and then she would have seen the
tape. Tina was pretty sure of that. The only remaining
uncertainty was whether her mother had been able to
resist the temptation to watch it.

                         -----

After dinner, Gabriella relaxed in the living room,
watching television. Without really knowing why, she
switched to the adult channel that came with her cable TV
subscription. Tina joined her after her bath.

"I didn't know you liked this kind of stuff," Tina said,
rubbing her hair with a towel.

Gabriella looked at her daughter, standing there, wearing
a towelling robe which reached barely to the middle of
her thighs. What stunning legs Tina had! What firm
thighs! Her eyes wandered up those legs to the point
where her view was obscured by the robe. Then the image
of Tina's pussy from the video tape returned. She had to
pry her eyes away from her daughter.

"Just trying to find out what the competition is doing,"
she answered casually.

Tina smiled. She was sure that her mother had watched the
tape. Not only had she watched it, it had turned her on.
Excellent! Now she only had to wait for her mother to
make the next move.

"Which competition?" she asked. "Other TV channels or
other women?"

The screen showed the picture of a woman going down on a
man. It didn't actually show her do it - even adult
television didn't go that far - the scene simply
suggested that that was what the woman was doing.

                         -----

In bed that evening, Gabriella found it difficult to get
to sleep. She couldn't get that close-up of her
daughter's pussy out of her mind. And her hands kept
wandering down to her own sex, eager to repeat the scene
she had watched.

Gabriella thought about herself when she was Tina's age.
She had gone straight from sex novice to pregnant
teenager to single mother, with very little time to play,
to experiment. After Tina was born, Gabriella had found
it difficult to establish a lasting relationship with men
in her age group. Their idea of starting a family was to
produce their own offspring, not inherit someone else's.
When they found out that she already had a daughter, they
took flight. Gabriella refused to hide Tina or feel
guilty about having brought her into this world.

The partners she did eventually find were in a higher age
bracket: dropouts from failed marriages, married men
looking for a bit on the side, a few stubborn bachelors.

Gabriella found that she needed sex two or three times a
week in order to function normally, just like a car needs
petrol and the occasional oil change to keep going. She
had established a small circle of men she could turn to
for a fill-up and lubrication. The sex was good, she had
no reason to complain. But there was never any romance in
the air, nor any talk of a lasting relationship, of a
future together. There was nobody who wanted to take up
permanent residence in her heart, in her bed.

As her partners grew older - Gabriella somehow felt that
her own age had been standing still for a while - she
moved gradually down the age range. Nowadays, most of the
men she slept with were younger than her. She sometimes
wondered if she'd ever get to the point where she would
go to bed with a man who was young enough to be her own
son.

With Tina, Gabriella tried to be both open and discrete
about her sex life. She had told her daughter about sex
as soon as she considered her old enough to understand,
and filled in more details as she grew up and was able to
understand more. Pregnancy and how to prevent it had been
a major topic in these conversations. She had never
hidden the fact that she was sleeping with men, but she
rarely ever brought any of them home and never made love
to them in her bedroom. She didn't want to hide it from
Tina, but she also didn't want to rub it under her nose.

Tina was following her mother's example in this respect.
She didn't hide the fact that she was sleeping with boys,
but she never took any of them into her room - at least
not when her mother was at home. She commented freely
about the boys she went out with and what they got up to,
often joking about the boys' awkwardness, their lack of
experience and sensitivity.

But it seemed to Gabriella that these comments had become
less frequent recently. Was she pushing her daughter away
with her constant reminders to take precautions, to act
responsibly? She couldn't help that. Her brain had been
programmed - or rather she had programmed it herself - in
a way, that feeding it the words 'Tina' and 'sex' in any
context resulted automatically in a flashing warning
message, saying 'unwanted pregnancy'.

Gabriella still remembered how she had suffered when Tina
told her one day, quite casually, "I think it's going to
happen today."

"What's going to happen today?"

"I'm going to let him make a woman out of me."

Tina had been infatuated with the boy in question -
Gabriella couldn't even remember his name - and thought
their relationship would last until the end of eternity.

Those were the worst cases. When a girl thinks this
relationship is going to last, she's more likely to
forget her mother's warnings. The two had met a few weeks
before the big step and had become inseparable. They were
seeing each other every day and both of them thought they
had found the love of their lives.

It lasted for another couple of weeks. Gabriella still
remembered the relief she felt when Tina told her, with
tears in her eyes, that the search for Mr. Right had been
put off to an unspecified date and that, in the meantime,
she was going to enjoy herself. It may seem strange, but
Gabriella felt more comfortable with her daughter
'sleeping around' than she would be if Tina were looking
for a steady relationship.

Recently, Tina had been remarkably quiet on the subject.
Was she keeping secrets? Was there something she felt she
couldn't tell her mother? Had she lost trust in her?
Gabriella felt she wanted to get closer to her daughter.
She wanted to be her best friend rather than a figure of
authority. Maybe they could go out together, chasing men.
She could always pretend to be Tina's older sister, or a
cousin, maybe.

'Isn't it strange,' Gabriella thought to herself, 'how
one little video clip can send me on a trip down memory
lane, make me reflect on my relationship with my daughter
and change my attitude towards her.'

But it wasn't just any old video clip, it was one of her
daughter masturbating. 'I guess, not many mothers go
through an experience where they suddenly find themselves
confronted with a tape like this,' she told herself.

And it wasn't just one clip either. She knew there was at
least one more clip, involving two naked girls, one of
them Tina. That much she knew. She hadn't had time to
watch it all and to check if there was more. She needed
to watch the whole tape, then she would decide which
action to take. She would try to leave work early the
next day. That should give her about one hour before Tina
would get home.

                         -----

The next morning Gabriella got ready and left for work
before Tina got up. She managed, with difficulties, to
concentrate on her work, always tempted to visualise the
close-up of her daughter's sex and wondering what else
there might be on that tape. She left early, alleging a
doctor's appointment. When she arrived home she went
straight into Tina's room to retrieve the tape. It wasn't
there.

At least not where she had left it the day before. She
looked around the room but didn't see the video anywhere.
She almost panicked. Seeing the rest of that tape had
somehow become important to her.

She decided to break her vow not to snoop. She looked in
drawers, on shelves, inside the wardrobe, always careful
to leave everything the way she'd found it. Finally she
saw the tape. It was in the middle of a pile of books and
papers, probably stuff that had to do with the project.
Gabriella carefully noted where exactly the tape was
positioned in the pile, then she took it and went to the
living room. Her heart was pounding hard from the
excitement.

She hadn't counted on having to search for the tape. This
had taken up time she had planned to use watching it. Her
first impulse was to skip over the clip she already knew.
But then she decided to watch it again, to provide the
context.

Once more she was faced with the close-up of her
daughter's pussy filling the large TV screen. Once more
she watched her daughter bring herself off. Once more her
own pussy told her unmistakably that it also wanted some
attention. She managed to resist the temptation - just -
but felt herself getting wet nevertheless.

The second clip started with two naked girls kneeling on
the bed, facing each other, embracing and kissing. One of
them was Tina, the other one, a brown skinned girl should
really be called a woman. Her full breasts, the roundness
of her hips, her luscious ass, everything about her oozed
sex. Next to her, Tina looked pale - and not only because
of the colour of her skin.

Gabriella considered it crude and lacking sophistication
to start the scene with the girls already undressed.
'They've lost the opportunity to show us how they took
off their clothes. Did they undress each other slowly,
tenderly, discovering each other's body for the first
time? Did one of them strip for the other to turn her on?
Did they rip off each other's clothes in passionate
lust?' Showing that stage would prepare the audience much
better for what is to come, she thought.

The girls knelt on the bed in a tight embrace, their
mouths locked together in a French kiss that seemed to
never end. Their hands started wandering, sliding down
eager bodies, caressing backs, hips, buttocks. Then they
moved a little apart, they took turns in fondling each
other's breasts, kissing and sucking the hardened
nipples.

'How hot it is in here,' Gabriella thought. She needed to
shed some clothes. She peeled off her skin-tight jeans
and took off her panties in the same move. It didn't
exactly cool her down, but now her hands had free access
to the part of her body which felt particularly hot.

On the video, Tina had motioned the brown girl to lie on
her back and was hunched over her wide open legs. The
camera alternated between an overall shot of the two
girls on the bed, a close-up of Tina eating the girl's
pussy and a study of the mulata's face.

"They aren't acting," Gabriella observed, "they're doing
this for real." But that wasn't really surprising. Tina's
masturbation performance hadn't been a fake either. She
had stroked herself and come for real. And Gabriella
could tell that this wasn't the first time that Tina
licked another girl's pussy. Had her daughter become a
lesbian?

The shots of the brown girl's face were particularly
impressive. They showed how much she enjoyed the
treatment she received. The ecstatic expression on her
face, the half-open mouth, the way her head thrashed from
one side to the other, all these things indicated that
she was probably moaning quite noisily, voicing her
approval of Tina's action. Once more, Gabriella supplied
the missing soundtrack as she fingered herself, joining
the girl on the TV screen in a very satisfying orgasm.

When the phone rang, Gabriella noticed that she had
slipped off her seat and was now kneeling on the floor,
her back resting against the sofa, her legs spread wide.
She didn't expect any phone calls that were worth
interrupting her activity for. She decided to let the
answering machine take care of this.

When the recording came on, she heard Tina's voice. "Hi
mum, it's Chris." Gabriella dashed to the phone to pick
up the call. She told Tina that she had got home just
this moment. Tina was calling to let her mother know she
wouldn't be home for dinner. A friend had invited her to
a party, but she assured her mother she wouldn't be very
late. And, yes, she'd take precautions.

Gabriella picked up her discarded clothes from the floor
and carried them to her bedroom. She removed her
remaining clothes and slipped on a silk gown. The touch
of the cool fabric on her skin made her arousal return.

She was pleased that Tina wouldn't be home so soon. This
way she would be able to watch the rest of the tape
without having to constantly keep an eye on her watch,
worrying that Tina might walk in on her unexpectedly. She
poured herself a drink and settled down again in front of
the TV set.

The next clip opened up with a shot of Tina standing in
front of Gabriella's bed, facing a black man.

"What a hunk," Gabriella gasped. Could it be that a body
like this was just a gift of nature? That would be so
unfair! She preferred to think that the body of this
black Adonis was the result of many hours of strenuous
workouts. She seemed no longer to mind that all these
scenes had been shot in her bedroom without her
knowledge. The man's sizable cock was semi-hard. Tina
stroked it as she kissed the man who, in turn, fondled
her breasts.

When the man's cock was fully erect, Tina knelt in front
of the man, looking admiringly at his member. She kissed
the head gently, ran her tongue around it while pulling
back the flexible skin. She let her tongue slide along
the rock-solid shaft, down to his balls. She sucked them
into her mouth, one at a time, and then let her tongue
dance back to the tip of the cock.

The camera showed the man's face, contorted in sweet
agony. In the meantime, Tina had firmed her lips around
the man's shaft and taken as much of his cock as she
could manage into her mouth. Her head moved back and
forth, almost letting the hard rod escape and then
engulfing it again in the depth of her mouth.

Her movements picked up speed and depth as she gently
squeezed the man's balls with one hand. The occasional
shots of the man's face showed that his excitement was
mounting, he wasn't going to last much longer. His
approaching orgasm could be seen from the spasming of his
hips, his hand moving down, pressing Tina's head closer
to his groin. Tina did not release the cock from her
mouth as it erupted, shooting plenty of hot sperm against
the back of her throat. But she opened her mouth slightly
to let some of his love juice escape and slowly trickle
down her chin.

Gabriella was completely enthralled by the scene she had
just watched. Her fingers had once more visited her pussy
and brought her to a climax as she saw her daughter's
mouth overflow with the black man's semen. She had had no
idea that Tina was such an accomplished cocksucker. She
envied Tina for having had a chance to suck such a
marvellous cock. She envied the man for having felt
Tina's mouth on his dick.

Gabriella checked if there was anything else on the tape,
but this had been the last clip. She wondered briefly
what scenes part two might contain and whether the second
tape was hidden somewhere in Tina's room, but decided to
refrain from any further searches. She returned the tape
to Tina's room, making sure to leave everything exactly
as she had found it.

                         -----

Now came the difficult part. She had to try to understand
the significance of this tape. She had to decide what she
was going to do about it. And she had to come to terms
with what she had been feeling while she watched her
daughter's performance.

Nothing that Tina did on this tape was new to Gabriella.
She had done those things - and many others - many times
and wouldn't hesitate doing them again. She acknowledged
that Tina was now almost a grown-up woman. Therefore it
wasn't overly surprising that Tina would engage in these
activities.

But Gabriella had never performed for a camera, she even
refused to let her lovers take photographs of her in the
nude - not out of modesty, only because she was worried
the pictures might end up in the wrong hands, Tina's
hands for example. Now she had accidentally stumbled
across a tape which showed her daughter as the main
protagonist in a collection of porn clips. Or did this
tape have something to do with Tina's extra-curricular
project? She found it difficult to believe that.

It was clear that she needed to have a talk with Tina. A
talk, not a confrontation. She had to create an
atmosphere where Tina felt comfortable and relaxed and
then she would ask casually about that project. Hopefully
Tina's answers would clarify the situation. But what
would she do if there wasn't any connection between the
project and this tape? Would she confess that her
curiosity had got the better of her and ask for an
explanation? That would very much depend on how relaxed
Tina was. She didn't want to provoke another outburst.

Gabriella thought of inviting Tina for a special dinner
in one of her favourite restaurants. Tina loved Japanese
food and was constantly complaining how expensive a meal
in a good Japanese restaurant was. She had even hinted
that her monthly allowance was barely enough for one good
meal. Gabriella could afford to invite Tina and let her
chose whatever she wanted. That would put her in a
positive frame of mind.

But dinner in a restaurant had its limitations. You went
there, you ordered your meal, maybe you had a drink
before, you ate your meal, you paid and you left.
Gabriella wanted a more open-ended setting, where they
could talk for as long as they wanted, as long as it took
- like they could at home. That was it! She would arrange
a Japanese meal at home. Several of the best restaurants
in town had a delivery service. She would order sushi and
sashimi from the restaurant and prepare a few salads.
Bingo!

When Tina got up the next morning, Gabriella asked her if
she had anything planned for Saturday night. Tina sensed
that this was her mother's move, her reaction to the
planted video tape. She had planned to spend Saturday
night with Zeca, but she could rearrange that. This was
more important.

"Not yet, why?" she answered.

"I thought we could have a nice meal together. I feel
kind of guilty about not spending more time with you."

That answer confirmed Tina's assumption. "Alright then.
What's on the menu?"

"I want to keep that a secret. But I promise it will be
something you like."

"Sounds good." Tina said.

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