Tatum meets Josh's family.

Josh got her into the back seat, and started whispering into her ear. Jemma strained to listen to him-- She just loved listening to Josh's voice-- but couldn't make him out. Very quickly though, Josh and Tatum started making out. Jemma was a little distracted driving home. She really hoped Josh was enjoying himself. Josh enjoying himself sexually was one of the most important things in the world, up there with her porn career. (And the two objectives were intertwined! The better she did at porn, the more fans beating off to her, the better Josh felt about getting to be the one guy she fucked for fun.)

When Josh was undoing Tatum's ponytail, and Tatum was practically on top of Josh, she might have gotten a little too distracted. She had to slam on her brakes to avoid hitting the car in front of her. "Hey, Jemma, make sure you're paying attention to the road, until we get home." She nodded, and somehow found it a lot easier to block out the hot scene behind her. Traffic was a little worse than usual, but they would beat Aunt Claire home who had to stay behind and help cross Ts and dot Is.

Tatum couldn't believe that she had come twice while making out in the backseat. Okay, yes, this guy was definitely like, handsy, and rubbing against her clit through her shorts. But, while she was very good at faking orgasms thanks to her job, actually getting to acheive orgasm was usually a long drawn-out process. Even longer when her favorite trusty shower nozzle wasn't involved. She had cum multiple times today. And God, it was all fucking James, even though he hadn't touched her pussy directly yet.

She tried to catch her breath as she came down. "So, hooo, are you and... Isabella like roommates? Is it like an open thing? I dun wanna, get myself into the middle of something." The car had come to a stop. Isabella (Jemma?) had laughed. Josh leaned into say something, and suddenly Tatum didn't really care about anything but dick. She hopped out of the car. She felt like she was on fire.

She didn't remember getting inside or taking off her short shorts. She vaguely remembered pawing at Josh's pants, trying to get them off, if only because they were slowing her down from getting the dick she so desperately needed. When he finally was disrobed, she practically pinned him to the ground and got on top of him. This was heaven. This is what fucking was supposed to be like. She bounced on top of him, pinning his shoulders down with her arms.

On some level, this didn't make sense. Josh wasn't super tall. He wasn't super ripped or super handsome. He wasn't bad, but well, why would she bother with average looking guys? She wasn't a size queen or anything, but she knew dick sizes thanks to her job. Josh was maybe a little above average. Nice girth to him, to be honest, but nothing that should have excited her. But she didn't care. Josh was what she needed, average body and average dick and all. And she came and she came and she came.

Her conscious mind only reasserted herself some time later. Somehow, she ended up on her back, and she had a big splash of cum on her chest and neck. She giggled weakly, and unsteadily got up into a sitting position. She still had one boot on, she realized, and didn't know where the other one was.

She usually had such a hard time cumming, and now it felt like she could do was fuck and cum. To think, she sometimes wondered if she somewhere on the asexual spectrum. It was why she thought she'd be good at porn, to be honest. Sex, the few times she had tried in her Reno high school days, didn't do much for her. A lot of jobs required you to fake enthusiasm. Her old job at Coldstone required that. She could keep her emotions separate; all she had to do was moan convincingly. But she was wrong; she was definitely a sexual being, and she belonged to Josh. She wanted to write his name in bubble letters in her notebook with little hearts and dicks flying around it.

She realized that she wasn't alone in this living room.

"Oh my god!" Tatum squeaked, "Who the fuck are you?! Wait, no, you're Madeline Marseille, we were supposed to have a shoot a couple weeks ago."

Josh had entered back from the kitchen with a glass of orange juice. "Tatum, this is my mom and my aunt, Marci. Don't worry, she's not actually my aunt, just one of mom's closest friends." Josh was still naked. In front of his mom.

Tatum squealed and for the first time since she entered the industry, felt ashamed to be naked and freshly fucked. "Oh, fuck, I'm sorry, we, uh... I don't normally..." She looked around for something to cover herself.

Both women just smirked at her. Madeline/Marci was looking at her like a starving man staring at a chicken dinner. "Oh, don't worry about it, babygirl," Josh's mom said, "Everyone in this house is very invested in making sure that my li'l Joshie gets off, and you did great." She licked her lips.

"What the fuck?" Tatum mouthed.

"Hey, Josh, bruh, can I play with your girlfriend some more? I wanna see if she tastes different once she's got my little bro's cock in her."

"You guys are brother and sister?" Tatum snapped. What the fuck was going on?