Chapter 1: Introduction
Trying to decide what I wanted to do when I grew up was never a problem for me. I knew since I was about 12 that I wanted to go into the family business. And what red-blooded boy wouldn't?
My name is Jeremy. I am the only son of Blake and Doris Karley. Not impressed? Well, maybe you know them better by their professional names, Jack Meoff and Lusty Love, the two top-grossing porn stars in history, and also the owners of Cum On Productions, the top producer of adult movies in the nation.
NOW I bet you're impressed!
I'll admit it took a little bit of getting used to. A lot of guys deal with Oedipus issues regarding their mothers, but how many of you grew up, watching videos of your mom sucking and fucking her way through hundreds of the hottest studs imaginable? Do you have fantasies of what it would be like to see your mom having sex? Well, guess what... I have a shelf full of DVD's that I can watch at any time that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination.
I even have a recording of the scene where I was conceived! It happened during a spy parody called She’ll Never See You Cumming. If you watch carefully in Scene 3, you’ll see that my dad cums inside my mom when he is banging her on the hood of a ‘57 Chevy. He was supposed to pull out, but they were in love by this point, and I popped out 9 months later.
True, it was a little weird, as my friends began to hit puberty, to realize that they were jerking off to their own copies of those DVDs. It was even weirder when they would talk about it with my mom when they'd come over to play. "Hey, Mrs. Karley... I watched you in 'Space Vixens Jello Wrestlers' last night, and you were HOT!"
Mom, of course, is proud of her work, and she graciously accepted the compliments, while also deftly declining their teenage, pimply-faced, awkward advances.
It was much the same way with my dad. People here in the community see him as a middle-aged, respectable businessman who drives a really nice car and spends quality time with his family. All that is true, but I also have a shelf full of DVDs showing him nailing countless babes and showing off the 11-inch cock that made him famous.
That was a little intimidating, I must admit. As I was growing up and seeing Dad's schlong in living color on the TV, I couldn't help but compare it to my own and wonder if I would someday inherit that set of genes. (Good news... I did.)
Mom and Dad actually met on the set of Hit Me With Your Best Cock, and they fell hopelessly in love. They've been happily married, despite the fact that each one makes a living by having sex with others. Those days are pretty much over, though, now that they're older. They do make occasional celebrity guest appearances in various productions, but for the most part, they have dedicated themselves to the production end of the business, running Cum On Productions.
I've wanted to be a part of the family business since I started getting hardons. My sister, Kathy, is one year older than I am, and she has been working at the studio for the past year. Of course, the law wouldn't allow me to be officially involved until I was 18. That's why I was so impatient for my 18th birthday and the chance to finally get involved.
As you might imagine, growing up was different for me than for most guys. Not too many boys get the "Bird and the Bees" talk from their parents while two of their favorite porn stars act it out for them. The topic of sex was much more open around our house, as well as our general acceptance of it. I didn't grow up with any hangups, sexually, because in the family business, we couldn't afford to say that something was too kinky or weird.
My friends all imagined that Dad would bring home a different starlet every night for me to screw. I wish! We did have our share of adult industry big names in our home, though. We had some great parties where I got to hang out with some awesome people and see them in a way that most people never do -- clothed and standing up, for example.
Most of my attempts at scoring with the stars were met with the same success that any other teenage kid would have. I got plenty of polite pats on the head, along with the words, "Maybe someday when you grow up." The best success I had was with the aspiring actresses, who thought they could get in good with Dad through me. It didn't help them, career-wise, but it sure helped me! Nothing made me prouder the first time I had my friends over, popped a DVD in the machine, pointed to a chick, and said, "Guys... the bed that you're sitting on now is the exact place where I banged this girl!"
The guys always wanted me to take them to the studios to check things out. I couldn't, of course. Technically, I wasn't even supposed to be there and hardly ever got to go. When that didn't work, they wanted me to arrange rendezvous for them with aspiring starlets. Again, I just didn't have that kind of pull.
After Kathy started working at the studio, I pleaded in vain for her to pull some strings for me, but she just laughed and told me I’d have to “wait until you’re all grown up, little man!”
All of that was about to change, though, because now that I'm 18, I get to start my first day as "Special Assistant to the President." I can't wait!
I'm finally going to get to work with my family, doing what I love. My heart is pounding with excitement. I have a hard time sleeping the night before, and when my alarm blares at 5:00 AM, it feels like Christmas.
I get up, jump into the shower, and let the water wash away any remaining sleepiness. I towel off and grab some clean underwear from my drawer. I decide to wear my best suit, just to make a good impression.