After the fact, none of the participants could deny what they had done - or how much they had enjoyed it.
Taking a page out of his porn career, August Rand had ended the scene with a cumshot on mother and daughter, covering their faces and chest with his plentiful semen. He was still bewildered by the fact that he had broken his rule to never be with a minor, but mostly by the fact that it seemed Justine and Tina were - to his dismay - in a sexual relationship. He had heard stories about it; he had played in a few scenes where the motif of incest was central (even though the actors were never actually related). Watching them kiss and make out, touch each other in their private places, coax each other into more daring activities had truly opened his eyes to the fact that, contrary to what he had thought, he had not seen everything there was about sex. Less surprising was Gael's encouragement of all this: he knew the therapist on a professional level and from her reputation in dealing with porn actors and actresses for the past twenty-five years. This was right up her alley.
Both mother and daughter were spent, lying next to each other, faces locked onto one another, smiling. They were oblivious to anything else, lost in their passion for each other, their shared desires and their newly found freedom. The price had been steep, but there would be nothing more to intervene in their affair. They had earned this.
Gael took August apart in the other room.
"I think Justine is ready to move out," she told him.
"She can stay as long as she likes but... this is..."
"Unsettling?"
"Yes. I... don't regret it at all but this might complicate things in the long run."
"I can get her a place to stay. She has a job now, dancing at the club, running her show live... and her daughter is safe now that everyone who had a hold on her is in jail."
"Will they stay in jail though?"
"Maybe not... but they won't come looking for her," Gael replied.
The two hadn't actually been together during the foursome; Gael had worked solely on Justine while August had indulged in both mother and daughter. It was best to keep their relation professional.
"Will they be all right, though?" August asked, truly concerned.
"They have each other. They will."
"You are one unlikely therapist, Gael."
"And you are one unlikely porn star criminal, August."
The two remained quiet, staring at mother and daughter, Justine and Tina, now locked into their own private world, safe from everyone who might try to tear them apart, protected by their love as much as the prison that had confined them to this fate.
[I will have a few epilogues for this, and then, I'll be moving on to a new story.]
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