Stephanie explains everything to you.

"That's right," she said as you pulled your eyes away from the iphone and looked back up at her, "That huge breasted cum slut you've been jerking off to every night is me!"

You didn't know how to respond to this - having a great deal of difficulty actually taking it all in. She was Amber Knights! The woman sitting there beside you on the bed, the woman who you'd grown close to and even become friends with, who had been living in your house for almost a month, was in fact your all time favorite porn star, and in your (and probably thousands of others) opinion, one of the hottest, sluttiest women alive!

"Oh my...oh my God!" you eventually squeaked, realizing that you'd talked to Amber Knights about not only your girlfriend but about your sex life too! For Christ sake you even had her in your bedroom! It was just all too much, and you could still barely believe it even though you'd just had the proof presented right there in front of you. You could barely believe that Stephanie Burke, the woman now inhabiting your 40 year old mother's body was in fact a world famous porn star, that your 'mom' was a world famous porn star. God, even just the thought of that of was so incredibly warped and unfathomable!

"Yeah, I thought you might react like this. That's why I didn't say anything," she sighed, while you just sat there with about a hundred different thoughts and feelings rushing through your head, still staring at her in shock. "Especially after seeing that video on your computer."

Working up some courage (God knows where from) and practically willing yourself to speak, you quickly replied, "But...but...I Googled your name - back when I first got out of the hospital...I couldn't find anything!" This was of course true, you had looked her up on the very day you'd returned home and found countless people named Stephanie Burke, none of which were her, and none that made any mention at all to her being a porn star.

"You obviously weren't looking in the right places," Stephanie told you, with a half sort of chuckle. "But then again, you were looking for an actress in infomercials.. If you'd searched for 'Amber Knights' and 'car crash' instead, you might have found something different." And with that she typed those very words into Google and showed it to you. "Look."

Looking down again at the iphone, you saw result after result that read "Porn star dies in car crash at the age of 24" and "Adult entertainer Amber Knights dead", something which you had of course failed to realize due to your porn searches being restricted to a few specific picture and video sites. But it was true, you could even see Stephanie's name mentioned in some of the descriptions, descriptions of the accident you yourself had been in. The only question was - why hadn't anyone else noticed?

Stephanie it seemed had an answer for this too. "It took a while for it to all come out. I've been following the news ever since I got out of hospital and for the first week or so it didn't even mention who I was, it just said 'a young woman has died'. It wasn't till like two weeks ago that they finally revealed it was actually me, and I guess by then you and your family had stopped looking.

"It probably made a bigger splash in LA than it did here too, seeing how that's where I lived. I was only in town to shoot a couple of scenes for a movie. But as you can see, I never quite made it."

"Oh God..." you squeaked again, feeling sort of lightheaded all of a sudden, "I don't...I don't know what to say..."

"It's okay, Tim. You can relax. I'm still the same person I've always been. I'm not suddenly going to change now that you know I had sex on camera for a living. I'm still just Stephanie." Not that reassuring you of this made much difference, not now that every time you looked at her face - at your mom's face - you saw flashes of Amber's gorgeous, pneumatic form performing all manner of perverted acts, acts that got you so incredibly hard that you actually went to bed some nights dreaming of her.

Fortunately this fact wasn't lost on her either. "I get why this might be a little weird for you, seeing as you obviously liked checking out my vids and you know what kind of stuff I did," she told you, suddenly sounding a lot less confident about things, "But it's been driving me crazy keeping it all bottled up all this time - having to hide who I really am - I just had to tell someone! And seeing as you're basically the only friend I've got now, now that Summer and Tawny and all the rest of them think I'm dead, I really hoped I'd be able to confide in you without screwing everything else up."

Hearing the hint of sadness and almost desperation in your mother's voice instantly took you back to that first day you'd spent together in the hospital, before you had any idea whatsoever of who she was and before you'd started to get to know one another. You'd told her then that you hoped you could be friends and that if she needed you, you would be right there to listen. Well now it seemed was that time, no matter how downright mind blowing this revelation was, you really had meant it.

"I'm...I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in right now," you apologized, aware that your reaction probably wasn't helping much. "...You're Amber Knights," you repeated, "My mother is Amber Knights!"

"Was Amber Knights," she corrected you, putting it into the proper tense, "Now I'm just plain old Jennifer Connors. No more hot, steamy sex with multiple partners. No more being nasty for the camera and having millions of guys fantasizing about me while they jerk their cocks. No more super tight, super sexy clothes or huge fucking tits!" Listening to all this made you feel incredibly intimidated, and you found yourself actually picturing it all along with her, very much cementing the idea in your head that Stephanie was exactly who she said she was. The fact that she was also describing all this with your mother's voice made it seem all the more surreal, and it soon became much, much more uncomfortable.

"Now I'm stuck like this, as a 40 year old housewife with nothing but my own fingers to satisfy my needs. Needs that I still have - even in this body. I'm fucking horny as hell, Tim! I used to get laid four, maybe five times a day, and I masturbated even more than that. Now the only man that I could reasonably fuck sleeps in another room and probably wouldn't touch anyway me cause I remind him too much of his dead wife. It's driving me crazy!"

"Fuck me..." you thought to yourself, having definitely not needed to hear that, trying to block out the images in your head of her doing those kind of things in your mom's body (which was presumably why she'd been spending so much time alone in this room), as well as the thought of her actually trying to get it on with your dad.

Continuing on though, **** to release all of her pent up emotion, she'd told you, as honestly and truthfully as she could, exposing her inner most self, "I'm a sexual being, Tim, and an exhibitionist! I get off on people watching me and doing all kinds of filthy shit. That's what I've been missing all this time and why it's been so hard for me to fit in here and cope with having this new body. I need to be fucked! I need to let out my inner slut and feel like my old self again!"