full of the kind of things your mom had feared would be there

Located in the slightly fancier, more expensive part of town, surrounded by a high hedge and an automatic gate that, fortunately your mother had quickly found the button to open (having the forethought to bring Stephanie's hang bag along with her, and the button being on the back of her key fob), the two of you looked up at the rather angular, modern looking building, with lots of large glass windows that looked directly into a rather expansive front entrance.

"Well, it's not exactly the kind of house I'd choose to live in, but I guess it looks okay," your mother said looking rather relieved as she looked through the window, the inside of the house appearing relatively normal, if a bit sparse on the whole 'homely' vibe (everything appearing rather pristine and white, with very little of anything decorating the walls). Somewhat relieved by this yourself, not really knowing what you were expecting, but it certainly not being this, you nodded your head in agreement while your mother placed Stephanie's key in the lock and opened the door.

Heading inside, you paused in the entrance way for a little longer, admiring a few ornaments and pictures, being of the sort of 'arty' style, but nothing that really suggested that this had been the home of a porn star. "Needs a bit more color," your mom commented, as you examined a weird, practically translucent vase a little closer, before the two of you both then made your way towards the nearest door, moving rather gingerly as you did, feeling rather odd to be now sneaking around some complete and utter stranger's house. On the plus side though, it seemed that on the surface at least 'Amber's' work hadn't seeped into her home life, and her house could easily be mistaken for any other regular Joe's, who had a bit of cash and lived around this part of town.

This though was quickly quashed however on discovering what appeared to be the living room, your mom letting out a shocked gasp as she entered a few seconds before you.

"Oh my..." she said, stopping dead in her tracks, her eyes going wide and a hand moving up to cover her mouth.

"What is it?" you went to ask as you walked in behind her, pausing before you'd even got the words out as you discovered what exactly had caused this reaction. There, in what would otherwise be a pretty damn sweet living room set up (complete with a huge, comfy looking black leather sofa, massive LED television screen, stereo, Blue Ray player, the works) was a host of large, framed, almost poster sized pictures of various 'Amber Knights' DVD titles plastering the walls, showing her in all sorts of positions and dress. Ranging from the arty, tasteful (and rather tantalizing) black and white covers; half in shadow or strategically covered, to the just down right pornographic; bending over with her butt to the camera, legs spread and with a dude's penis in her mouth. Nearly every single wall was covered by at least two or three of them, Stephanie clearly having been proud enough of her work that she very much liked having it on display.

Both standing there frozen for a moment, taking in the incredibly pornographic and perverse sight, your mom looked around at you, with her cheeks clearly flushed and stuttered, "I th-think...I think we'd probably best take these things down," turning to the picture nearest her, which depicted Amber gripping two very large penises while cum dribbled down her face and chest, practically doing a double take at the sight, before quickly lifting it off the wall and turning it round.

Although she was clearly embarrassed by all this, looking rather flustered as she moved from one picture to the next, you were equally so, actually recognizing one or two of the poses, feeling incredibly wrong to be essentially standing in a room filled with porno shots of your own mother sucking on cocks, spreading herself wide and sticking large objects up inside her body, all with her actually standing there beside you. It was a sensation that you simply could not describe; a mixture of embarrassment, guilt, shame and arousal, and not something that you exactly wanted to experience. So, following your mom's suggestion, you quickly began pulling down the pictures as well, trying your best to avoid looking not at them as you did, until a few moments later the last one was finally sitting on the floor, leaning face down against the wall.

"There. That's...that's a bit better," your mom said, forcing an uncomfortable smile as she looked around at the now bare white walls, clearly having been unprepared for A, seeing those sorts of images of her new self, and B, for her own teenage son to see them as well.

Saying nothing to this, wanting to quickly move on, having just spotted out of the corner of your eyes Stephanie's extensive DVD collection on a nearby shelf that contained even more of her porno titles, you quickly made your way across the large living room and through another door into an equally impressive sized kitchen, telling your mother as you did that, "She, uh, she certainly has a much cooler looking kitchen than we do anyway," trying desperately to keep this whole situation lighthearted.

Following you inside, still getting over the shock of seeing all those pictures, your mom looked around the large, blue tiled and very modern looking kitchen, clearly impressed. "She sure does," she replied, running her hands over the various surfaces and kitchen appliances, adding, "I guess she must have made quite a bit of money from...uhm..." trailing off slightly awkwardly at the end, realizing she was about to mention her career.

"Maybe we should go try and find these clothes!" she then suggested instead, getting back to the reason you'd come here in the first place, presumably anxious to get it over with as quickly as possible.

"Yeah, good idea."

So, heading out the kitchen and back through the living room again, you made your way down the hallway and proceeded up the stairs, taking a peek into a few of the rooms you passed on the way (discovering both a bathroom and a makeshift gym, as well as an office/study of sorts). The upstairs hallway contained several more pictures hanging on the wall, though this time not of Amber, but instead silhouetted paintings of similarly proportioned women, Stephanie clearly having an interest in erotic art. Ignoring these as best you could, your mother too, you then found the master bedroom. Although it didn't have any artwork or posters on the walls, it was pretty much what you'd expect a porn star's bedroom to look like, with a gigantic bed slap bang in the middle and large, full length mirrors covering nearly every wall. There was also more than a few sex aids stacked on top of a dresser; ranging from the very small, to the ridiculously huge, the sight of which made the both of you pause and awkwardly blush, certainly not being used to seeing such things sitting out in the open (you anyway having never actually seen one in real life at all).

Quickly moving towards one of the mirrored closet, trying not to dwell on these things any further than she had to, your mom the said, "I guess her clothes must be in here," before pulling it open, revealing that it was a walk in, and was practically overflowing with the ridiculous variety of different types of clothing inside.

"Wow..." you said to yourself as you gazed into the closet, looking at the sheer number of clothes, most of which appeared to be the tight, revealing style clothing you'd imagined Stephanie might own, as well as an assortment of far sluttier, kinkier wear. There was all sorts of costumes, revealing dresses, latex and leather outfits, not to mention more shoes than you'd ever seen outside of a shoe store. It was almost as if she literally owned every single outfit that had ever found its way into a porno movie!