The Mommy Porn Effect

This is my story. The truth. How I became this way. This is not fiction. The names and places have been changed but the plot remains the same. This is how Mommy Porn changed my life.

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1. Chapter 1

Reading multiple books based on sex and relationships, growing up I found myself always wanting to experiment. To drive my drive to it’s fullest. Test my own boundaries, but not by tip toeing up to line, rather, jumping over it head first into a pool of kink-inducing, hot water. This is my story, and I would like to state this as not Mommy Porn. This is the effect of Mommy Porn. A real story, with real characters. To protect and respect people’s privacy the names have been changed and places kept vague.

I have been lucky however. In some ways. I met one man, for all intents and purposes I shall name him ‘Tyler’. Although, back then he was a boy, as I a girl. We attended the same school, but oddly first met in France, or rather the ferry to France. Gracefully, I was holding myself up on the protective fencing around the deck, so that I could avoid throwing up on myself, and successfully into the ocean ahead. Much to my dismay I found that all I could see for miles was dark blue sea, and the occasional upward glance at the cloudy night sky. Not once did I suspect the tanned lad beside me who noticed my ill state would that night pull my hair back behind my ears, later to be referred to as elf like, and then become a bigger part of my life than ever expected.

Dating another boy at the time, the thought of how attractive I found this guy was swiftly pushed out of my conscious. The school trip to France had other ideas. After a phone call one night, about how boyfriend number 1 had cheated on me and wished to terminate our relationship due to feelings for my next door neighbor, I found myself crying into the arms of my, at the time, best friend, Emma. Next to a wooden, outdoor shallay, I found myself attracting a crowd of curious young students. Although, most likely in reality, a couple of non caring, ignorant students who probably had better things to be thinking about; like when dinner was due, or we would have some free time to do absolutely nothing of consequence. Bending over to cry into Emma’s shoulder that only reached 4ft 8 off the ground, she caressed my back in a caring manner.

Emma was a fairly pretty girl, she had no issues finding a boyfriend, but at the same time adopted annoying traits that often irritated even the most tolerant of people. She was hard to get along with, but she was there when needed. She was fun, yet exasperating. Her petite figure often attracted guys, but her mood swings, elaborate tales and general persona often pushed most away.

Tyler was nearby. Towering over Emma, and even me at a respectable 5ft 7, he approached us. I looked up through my tear-flooded eyes to gaze at Tyler’s caring face. It wasn’t just the dark night, this boy was tanned, his hair nicely swooped across his face; brunette with golden blonde highlights. He was strong, muscular, but not so much as to look un-natural. Mmm. His reaffirming, manly hands danced across my cheek wiping my tears. Suddenly thoughts of boyfriend number 1 were swept away along with each stroke of Tyler’s hands, but instead the flood of insecurities took their place. My face had turned the perfect shade of crimson red, as he commented on the warmth emanating from my face. He held me tighter and I melted into his arms. They were just so comforting, holding back no more the dreaded sobs took my face captive as the poor boy probably did not know where to put himself. He uncomfortably shifted his weight, but did not pull away.

The next few days ran slow and thick like honey. My heart felt heavy and woeful, but my brain urged me to see him again. Tyler. That night I snuck out of our gender assigned rooms with Emma to meet the boys behind their cabin. I looked around at the familiar faces trying to find Tyler amongst the herd of school boys, rowdy as ever. Emma grabbed me by the hand and whisked me off to a nearby hill in the field we had found ourselves in. The night sky was nothing like the night of our journey. The stars sat proudly in their places lighting the sky delicately. There, Tyler laid, his manly hands, those hands, tucked behind his head so that his arms were flexed. He looked… compelling. Emma nudged me into his direction noticing the allure he had on me. I stumbled to the ground beside him.

‘Thank you’, I murmured softly, not wanting to recall the embarrassment I had made of myself the previous night. I am not one to cry. Especially in front of one who may as well be a complete stranger to me.

‘For what?’, he replied almost smugly, knowing my embarrassment.

‘For looking after me, you were…’, my voice trails off looking into his amused eyes. A beautiful shade of emerald green, yet darkening, and excuse the cliché… mysterious. They glistened as his smile touched them.

‘Shut up’. He laughed at me, as I tried to act taken back, but the smile soon broke through despite my teeth gripping my bottom lip in an attempt to keep composure.

The night continued all too quickly. The cool night air was a relief to the blistering sun that dominated the sky during the day. France was hot this time of year, at least more so than dreary England, known for its depressing weather. Standing Tyler laid his right arm around the small of my back. He must have stood at least 5’9’’ even then. Both of us having our 14th summer, we were young and innocent. My main thoughts consisted of what it would be like to kiss him, not to go any further. I had little experience of anything, other than kissing, but I was fairly confident with that ability. The soft caress of someone’s mouth on mine woo'd me into a state of beguilement and wonder. The reason behind this I couldn’t tell but the serotonin raged through my veins.

Tyler had backed up onto an old well. Bricked off at the top, he sat and pulled me close. I stood between his legs. This was exhilarating. For me, at this age, to be pulled so close to a boy, to be so intimately entangled with his hands through my hair, I melted. Now, it seems childish and cute, but as a shy girl, I swooned at his very touch. Every fiber of my being, begging him just to hold tighter.

‘What are you doing, Tyler?!’. Great. Beanie. I realized I was actually uncertain of his real name, but our entire year group probably joined me with this mystery. Beanie was a ‘bad boy’, a bully. I dreaded the inevitable humiliation to follow. What was he going to say? How would he make a fool of me?

‘What are you doing with Sara? Aren’t you still with Nadia? The amazingly pretty one?’ Well that was worse than I expected. A sharp, stabbing pain reached my stomach, and I pretended to act as if this hadn’t affected me. Why should it have? I’d met the boy three times. Why did it affect me so harshly? Tyler, his face still cool, letting nothing go replied, confirming Beanie’s statement. How could I be so stupid?! I was just vulnerable. Vulnerable. I repeated the word with disgust letting it settle in my mind, finding its place.

Once again, I was rushed off my feet by Emma, taking me back. Teachers were out. I settled into my small, single bed aside Emma’s. The sheets were thin and scratchy, nothing like my soft, marshmallow-y sheets I was used to at home. The room seemed ever more dreary with the dark, stained, wooden shack walls matching the floor. I lay in bed reassuring myself, it was nearly over, I would be homeward bound soon enough.

No, this is HIS fault. I argued with myself, the reason I felt this way was his fault. He preyed upon a vulnerable foal. However naïve I may have been. Still, this didn’t help the hurt. Even so young, I felt stupid. This was nothing more than a crush, and I was over-reacting.

However, enough of younger stories, I’ll make this quick, I’m sure you’re not here for the budding romance between children, especially after reading the title.

At school, months later, I heard word from the grape vine that Tyler and Nadia had finished. Still ogling his alluring physique, my heart filled with joy and I began to plan how to work on my lure to charm him. This failed. Suffice to say, thumb wars and poking battles did not work. However on a dreary afternoon surrounded by students, awkwardly tripping over my words, trying to stumble more than an: ‘I, erm, errr, I, was, err, ermm’ out of my faltering mouth, did the trick.

‘You. Would. Like. To. Meet up? Outside of school? Cinema?’ Bewildered, I stood in amazement at his audacity and confidence. Then again, he had no reason to be shy. Unlike me, he was beautiful. I stood, flushed cheeks, mid-length blonde hair blowing, refusing to be beaten into submission by my frantic hands tugging at the ends, one foot behind the other as the other poked at the floor, my intent gaze drawn to my feet, stealing the occasional upward glance, but quickly returning to their subdued place.

‘Sara?’, I snapped back into reality. Crap! How long was I in my own world, overwhelmed?

‘How’s Saturday?’ he cool-y continued.

‘Yeah, sure!’ I replied perhaps too hastily, but why was I supposed to care? I had a date!

Saturday came all too slowly for my liking. I took the ferry over to the City center, living next to the sea had it’s advantages, although the bus would take you in, the ferry seemed more… extravagant, and I wanted to feel luxurious, confident… fearless.

From: Tyler

Time: 12:43

Date : 22.11.08

Hey, Sara. Will be there in 20. Meet at the ferry terminal? I’m getting a lift x

 

To: Tyler

Time: 12:45

Date: 22.11.08

That’s fine, see you soon x

 

Wow, I was impressed by my coolness. I had really expected to make a fool out of myself before the date had even started. Being clumsy, ditsy and a natural blonde, it wasn’t hard for me to do so.

The date went well. A whole day to walk around, examining the architectural beauty that the city had to offer. During the evening we stowed away to the cinema to watch a romantic comedy – Ghost Town, featuring Ricky Gervais. I had chosen the film, in hopes that it was a horror, but never had a chance to research it. I had hoped for a horror for an excuse to cuddle up to him and act adorable. Surely this would capture him in awe of my innocence? I believed I had an angle. However, stupid that may sound, I somehow managed to secure a great date. We had both enjoyed the day, and the film kept us entertained. On the way out from the cinema, we passed through the glass doors to the now frosting over pavements of the city. My entire body froze, and just like the movies, off came his jacket, delicately placed upon my shoulders, and his arm slipped back to the small of my back the way he held me in France. Yes. I liked it there. I melted into him, drooping my head onto his shoulder.

‘Let’s go back to the shopping center. It will be warmer there.’ Tyler instructed me. At this point in time, I did not care where I was, as long as my head could stay nestled into him and his arm would not leave my back. We reached the shopping center, and he opened the door for me, slowly enough for me to catch sight of his hands again. He smiled boyishly down at me, eyes softened and I swoon further into his chest. The moment we entered indoors I thanked God for Late Christmas opening times as the hot fan swept warm air over my iced body. He took me to a small café at the bottom of the center and we sat on the cold metal seats and leant our arms on the cold metal, rounded table we had pulled up to. All too quickly realization hit me that we were practically alone. The hussle and bussle of everyday shopping had slowed to a throwing stop, consumers had made their ways to their respective cars and we sat there, alone. This was it, now was the perfect opportunity to mess up. I knew I would make a mistake of some sort, but my brain was far ahead of me as my mouth was spurting out all sorts of nonsense and Tyler just sat there. How inconsiderate of him to watch me fail so miserably and not lend me a ladder to climb out of the deep, dark pit I had dug myself into.

I pointed out the statues that surrounded us and with all of my nervous being illustrating quite vividly how naked the statues were. Horrified at what my mouth had decided was appropriate, I quickly shut up and looked at Tyler as if to ask for help. Tyler had obliged. Slowly he leaned in, his hand resting, light as a feather on my knee, when unexpectedly it gripped tightly. Mmm, those damn hands, my eye’s pocketed a glimpse, but before I knew it my chin had been tilted back from the creeping left hand of Mr. Taylor and he planted a soft, luxurious, tender kiss on my lips. Mine reached his with all the fervor of the last few months exploding into a fiery and passionate caress.

‘So where to go now?’ I pulled away from him after minutes had passed, mainly because of the drying in my throat.

‘Erm, well we should plan on getting home soon’. Tyler had replied matter of factly, but I was having none. I could turn this back on him yet.

‘I meant… us? What happens now?’

‘Stay together I guess?’ I could hear the uncertainty in Tyler’s voice with the slight crack at the end. He was nervous too.

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