My Fairy Godmother and the Keys to the Kingdom. [The Kennedys: The Next Generation]

It was my 18th birthday, and it was Presidents’ Day, so a holiday, I didn’t have school. However, I’d gotten up even earlier than usual, as Mom said I could come to work with her (her company didn’t have the day off). That might not be so interesting, if your Mom isn’t a former porn actress, who runs a porn production house. She was going to introduce me to her stable of starlets. I’d never been allowed at her work before, the last thing Mom wanted was trouble with having an underage kid on set, but now I was no longer underage.

Getting to breakfast, Dad was cooking waffles (my favorite), and Mom and Aunt Dee were sitting at the breakfast bar chatting. Mom kissed me on the cheek, and Aunt Dee got up and hugged me, and then kissed me full on the mouth, with tongues, before sitting down again. She’d never done that before; that got me hard. Dee is my favorite Aunt, or maybe that should be “Aunt”. She wasn’t actually related, though she was my godmother. “Aunt” was the honorific given to any of the women, usually porn stars, who’d stay over with Mom and Dad. Dee was an old family friend from way back, she used to be a porn star, ten or twenty years ago. She’s so hot, she could compete with any current porn star if she wanted to. She’s one of my favorite fantasies. She was one of Mom and Dad’s favorite realities; she stayed over a lot.

There were a couple of envelopes with my name on them, one was a card from Mom and Dad, it was simple, “Happy 18th Birthday” in large bright neon colors. I guess Dad picked that one out, it’s his style. The other was from Dee, that had a silhouette of a woman with big boobs, saying “Happy Birthday” at the top, and “Big Boy” at the bottom. Inside it just said, “Let’s Party” and was signed by Dee. That was promising.

Mom said, “We got you a suite at the Palms for your party.” That was also promising, the Palms was the fancy country club hotel that Mom and Dad would go to get away from things (from me I guess, for a little privacy). She also said, “I also unlocked all the media for your account.” Again, that was promising, the media server held a large collection of porn, the entire output of her company as well as almost all the videos Mom had ever done, and even a few with Dad. I’d never been allowed to see them before, that underage thing again. (Not that I actually wanted to watch videos of Mom, and especially not Dad, having sex, but you get curious about these things.) It was Mom who ran the IT in the house, Dad’s pretty clueless about that.

I just said, “Thanks Mom.” Then, we had breakfast. After breakfast it was time to get to Mom’s work, I was going to drive myself in my truck (it’s manual drive only, I have a license), but Dee insisted I come with her, in her car. Mom and Dad went separately in theirs. Once in her car, I found out what Dee’s plot was. She’d set full privacy mode and undone a few more buttons on her top. Now, her boobs were no longer threatening to spill out of it, they had escaped.

Her boobs escaping was one of those things I fantasized about. Her boobs, even still in her top, were so distracting. Now they were free, they were even better than I’d ever imagined, voluptuous and full. They were much fuller than any of my girlfriends ever had. I set about fondling and licking and nipping them, like chicks dig. Dee digged that, that was obvious when her hands held my head to her boobs to make sure I carried on doing it. But unfortunately, Mom’s office is only about ten minutes from home, so that didn’t last long. Makes me glad we’d moved a little further away before middle school though.

As we were arriving, Dee put herself away again, and fastened some of her buttons back up. But she did say, “There’s more later.” Really promising. Dee’s voice is sexy at any time, but saying that just then made me want to turn the car around and start the party early. My hard on was threatening to bust out of my pants. Some of my friends think it’s Dee’s British accent which makes her voice so sexy, I don’t hear that myself, she’s just Dee. She just can’t help being sexy.

We all got dropped off at the front door of the office, and we went inside. The reception area looked pretty generic, and you wouldn’t know it was a porn house, except the sign proclaiming it was a “Sex Positive, Body Positive” workplace, and that the receptionist was dressed revealingly. Mom and Dee were also dressed revealingly, if you thought about it. That was normal, so I didn’t think about it much. Thinking about Mom like that would be weird. The way Dee dressed was just another thing I liked about her. Mom, and other “aunts” dressing like that are another reason why my friends liked to come over to my place. The receptionist got up to kiss Dad, and then I was introduced. She was Olivia; I was “the birthday boy;” she kissed me as well.

We carried on, and went through a door labelled “Green Room,” but inside it was painted purple. I stopped worrying about that when I was introduced to the two girls who were in there. They were the “talent” (that is the porn actresses) for today’s production. “Xavier” (which they pronounced, “Ex-a-vier”) and “Zeena”. They were really hot. They also kissed me.

That was when Dad said he had to go do his job, I left him to it, and tagged along with Mom and Dee. Dad’s regular job is as a professor in theoretical Physics research, but he has a part time job at Mom’s production house. At Mom’s his job is to have sex with the talent. Like, my Mom pays my Dad to have sex with porn stars. That’s seriously weird, and I wonder how I turned out as normal as I did. I didn’t need to watch my Dad do that, but I did wonder if Mom needed an intern.

We got to the studio, and there were a lot of people milling about. There was lighting, and camera, and set dressers, and whatever, there were also a lot of extra people there, in my honor.