I spent the next three days scouring the internet and Adult stores, looking for more videos of my mom. It wasn't so much that I wanted to see my mom sucking and fucking. I ... I wanted to understand; I wanted to know more about why she'd done this. Why in the world had my mother a porn star?
In this day of the internet -- with almost anything worth knowing available at the touch of the keyboard -- it was pretty easy to learn all about her. I found most if not all of the productions she'd been in, learned the names of the directors and producers she'd worked with, even discovered that some of her former co-stars were still here i the city, including -- unbelievably -- a woman who'd been known in the industry as "Cherry Dream" but who I'd grown up knowing as mom's "rose" lady, from down at the Saturday market.
By Friday evening, I'd decided that the internet and videos weren't enough. I wanted first hand information on my mother and her erotic past.
Saturday morning, bright and early, I was in Peterson Park as Mrs. Davis pulled her cargo van into the parking lot. As she got out and rounded to the rear of her vehicle, she saw me and gave me a big smile. "Timothy, how are you?"
I answered her by holding out a CD case ... with a picture of her, nearly naked, surrounded by men in speedos that conspicuously showed the shape of their well endowed members. |