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A son saves his mother from sexual slavery

It's been three years since my mother disappeared from our lives. I was the last person who spoke to her before she left the house for her appointment at the nail salon. She was getting a manicure and pedicure in preparation for the annual Christmas party thrown by the company where my dad worked. My mom, as always, wanted to look her best. After she got her nails done, she was supposed to pick up a new dress, then return home.

Well . . . it didn't happen that way.

Mom never came home that night and repeated calls to her cell phone proved fruitless. When she hadn't shown by midnight, we really began to worry. My dad phoned the police but they told us we had to wait a minimum of forty-eight hours before they could declare my mother as a missing person. After the days turned into months, the authorities suspected someone had either kidnapped my mother, or she had gotten herself into a situation where she became injured and couldn't ask for help. Either way, it didn’t sound too good.

Naturally, such news did nothing to allay our fears. We did everything we possibly could to find her. My dad even hired a private investigator who came highly recommended but he came up empty as well. When that didn't pan out, we asked our local television station to run her picture; this caught the attention of dad's old college buddy who happened to be watching the news when they ran my mother's picture. He recognized my mom and immediately called dad. He worked for the F.B.I. and offered to do a few background checks as a favor for my dad. But when he found nothing, we lost hope of ever seeing her again.

Then . . . a miracle of all miracles happened: I found her . . .

And I found mom purely by chance when I surfed for porn one night. I clicked on a link promising pictures of women with large, round asses because that's what I like, especially the mature kind; that's when several windows popped up covering the screen. I hated when that happened but that was the price one had to pay for downloading free material. It wasn't until I closed the second to last window when my eyes widened in interest.

There was a picture of a M.I.L.F. wearing a black thong, thrusting her ass toward the camera. Her cheeks were round and inviting, making me wish I had the ability to transport myself to the time and place when the picture was taken so I could fuck the shit out of her. My dick swelled and became engorged with blood at the very idea of such a fantasy. The tent in my pants yearned to be released from its cramped space. I saved the picture and went in search of some more. This time I found one of her face, and that's when my world turned upside down.

It was my mom! I was sure of it. Her face looked worn and vacant and there were a few extra wrinkles around her eyes, but it was definitely her. She was sitting on a red settee with her long, shapely legs crossed at the knees, wearing a see-through negligee. The caption below the pic read "Lenora" but the rest of the words were in a foreign language I couldn't read. I felt excited and confused; I didn't know whether to jump for joy and inform my dad or wait and see until I found out more. Since I didn't want to raise any false hopes, I decided I needed to gather more information. I was ninety-nine percent sure it was mom, but I needed to be certain. I think what was throwing me off was the fact that the woman in these photos looked to be about thirty pounds less than the weight my mom was carrying the time she disappeared.

The first thing I needed to do was get the website translated. Luckily for me, I knew the king of gearheads at my college; his name is Harold; we met one day in the school cafe. He sat alone at the only empty table available. I parked myself across from him and struck up a conversation; I think he was surprised someone other than a geek wanted to talk to him. I could tell Harold was self-conscious about his face, which was severely covered in acne. I pretended I didn't notice and kept my gaze only on the area between his eyes when we talked.

During our lunch that afternoon, I explained the fundamentals of good nutrition, educating him on the proper way to eat. I guaranteed Harold that if he removed dairy, greasy foods, and sugar from his diet, his face would clear up in no time. He listened but I didn't think he would follow my advice, which is not surprising. Most people are slaves to their palates and a radical change to their diet can be very difficult for them. So, you can imagine my surprise when I ran into Harold two weeks later. His acne was all but gone save for some small patches here and there. To say he was elated was an understatement. Harold couldn't contain his excitement. I felt happy for him. The poor guy deserved a break.

That's when Harold mentioned if there was anything I needed in terms of computer help, free software, hacking--whatever. I was to come to him. Ever since then, I've run into Harold a few times around campus. His acne is now gone and he seems more confident as well.

The day after discovering mom's pics, I went in search of Harold; I eventually found him sitting under a tree, studying his notes. I asked if he could meet me at the library later this evening. I thought if anyone could help me find my mom, it would be him. Harold readily agreed and said he would swing by. I never told Harold about the disappearance of my mother before, but when we met that day, I clued him in on all the particulars including my suspicions.

"No problem Rick. I have a program that can translate any modern language into English. However, finding the location of the computer that is uploading data into the server which houses the pics of the woman--I mean your mom--will take a little more time."

"Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?

"Don't worry, Rick. I can do it. You'll see."

For the next hour, Harold explained what he planned to do. After the words "IP address" and "router" left his mouth, I pretty much lost him after that. Again, he gave me his assurances and that was good enough for me. I took my leave and headed home.

On my way home, I cut across the park admiring the lush trees and soft grass. I thought a change in scenery would help me clear my mind. The wind blew strong and its sound filled the hollow of my ears. I watched the sky slowly dim as the people in the park began making their way home. The footpath I was on led me to a still lake lined with blue benches. I sat down and stretched my arms out to the sides, enjoying the solitude afforded by this area of the park.

I began to think about mom and how she mysteriously vanished three years ago. I thought about the pain it brought us as a family, especially my sister, Tracy, who couldn't stop crying for days afterwards. I also thought about my dad who often hid his emotions whenever Tracy or I was around. He assumed he was fooling us, but I knew he suffered in silence. How could he not. Mom and dad started their relationship as high school sweethearts. Not many couples can say the same thing.

I remember when I was younger how he would tell me that mom was a one-in-a-million lady and that's what I needed to find one day for my bride. The honk of a Canadian goose scavenging for food pulled me from my reverie. The sun had set and it was getting nearer to the time when dad would have dinner ready. I stood up and made my way out of the park. I walked with my hands in my pockets, brooding over the string of events that brought me to ask Harold for help.

Thinking about Harold triggered the memory of a classmate who wrote an essay on human trafficking. At the time, I thought the topic interesting and asked if I could read his paper. To be honest, I was totally unprepared by the data: human trafficking is a multibillion-dollar business that exploits mostly woman and children for the purposes of slavery or sexual servitude. Victims are either lured by false promises or by physical force with no hope of escape.

The reason I mention this is because I believe my mom was taken by force the day she contacted me from the nail salon. She was 45 at the time but her body appeared to be that of a 30-year-old woman. Mom regularly visited the gym and ate a healthy vegetarian diet. It also helped that her parents passed on the right sequence of genes, which gave her an ass any buttman would want to mount. And, when she wears her form-fitting leggings, there isn't a straight man on the street who doesn't sport wood when she walks on by.

The traffickers must've taken one look at mom and decided she would be a cash cow, not to mention a nice piece of tail on the side. My stomach churned at the thought of so many men taking out their sexual frustrations on my mom. I can't imagine what she must've gone through for the past three years. And if it weren't for my classmate's insightful paper, I never would've connected the dots. It's the only explanation that makes any real sense. I gotta hand it to those bastards, whoever they were. They had balls.

That night I locked myself in my room and went back to the site which displayed my mother's pics. I stayed up well into the night wondering what they were doing to her. Was she beaten? Was she forced to starve on the days she was uncooperative? Did the men use condoms? Was she even alive?

I hated thinking about such things but someone in my family had to ask the tough questions. I know Tracy and my dad weren't going to. Sadly, they gave up all hope of her ever being alive. But not me. I needed proof of her death.

I feel ashamed to admit this but as an admirer of older women, I've often dreamed about mom's fleshy cheeks, particularly how they would feel against my hands and how her sphincter would taste the second my tongue made contact with it. But most of all, I, dare I think it, wanted to know what it would feel like to slide my dick into her ass. I've thought about it even since I was twelve. Now, I desired mom even more after seeing those erotic pictures.

Harold didn't get back to me until two days later. I ran into him heading to my Biochem class. He was waiting in the hall outside the classroom. "Hey Rick. I have that information you wanted." he said in a conspiratorial tone. Once he said that, I decided to skip class. My mom was more important to me than Biochemistry.

"Let's go sit on the benches outside where we can talk." He shook his head and followed me out of the East Building. When we sat down, Harold opened his laptop and waited for it to come out of hibernation; when the Desktop appeared, he clicked on a file which opened the Firefox browser. It was the website I couldn't read before. He had some how managed to translate the whole site in English.

Harold pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before he explained what he came up with: "Okay, you may find this strange but the language used for the website you told me to translate is not one commonly spoken. It's what linguists call a constructed international auxiliary language." Harold noticed the confusion written on my face before continuing. "We don't have to get into that. Suffice it to say the people behind this website wanted it to be cryptic. That's why they, whoever they are, used Esperanto, the language the website was originally written in. They must've figured the average Joe wouldn't be able to understand what was written. And they'd be correct in that assumption. My guess, the website was made for wealthy executives and politicians.

Harold's explanation only confirmed my previous suspicion of human trafficking for the purposes of sexual slavery. Just the thought of my mom being used as a piece of meat by some dirty bastards made me ball my hands into fists.

"Now, I did a check on the server that stores the website and traced its location back to a small town in Germany. But that's not the interesting part. What's interesting is the pics and web pages didn't originate from Germany. They came from a computer in Rovno which is located in the Ukraine. So . . . I'm guessing that's where she's being held."

Harold paused to clear his throat several times and squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. "Well . . . I . . . uh . . . found some more pictures of your mother and a video," he added sheepishly. "I swear I didn't look at them very long." His eyes shifted aimlessly in an attempt to avoid my gaze. "I . . . uh . . . just wanted to make sure you got everything."

"Don't sweat it. You did what I asked you to do." He gave me a sidelong glance; his face wary, unsure of my reaction. "Harold, me and my family are eternally grateful for your help. I won't forget it." I gave him a reassuring smile. He then rummaged through his bag, taking out a silver thumb drive. It contained all the files he dug up including the new pictures. "Thanks." We shook hands and parted ways.

Later that evening, I read through the web pages and discovered my mom was one of several women who specialized in anal sex. She was advertised as the "American Anal Princess." Her services included (anal, blowjobs, gaping, toy play, creampies, double penetration, and enemas). Lenora, as she was called, was available for parties and business functions in addition to one-on-one fucking. The charge for her talents was 150 euros which comes out to $200 American dollars, roughly speaking. I'm sure her being an American allowed them to charge a lot more, considering the difficulty in acquiring an American girl to begin with. The risk of reprisal and the attention brought on by such a brazen act would be bad for business, except if you happen to be one these guys.

The real shock, however, was not in the description of her services but in the new pictures themselves and the captions that accompanied each one. The first one showed my mom spreading her cheeks apart, revealing her tight asshole and pink pussy. Her nails had been meticulously decorated in a red, white, and blue pattern, signifying her country of origin. The caption underneath read, "Whichever hole you choose, they are both delicious!"

Okay, I'm not going to deny that my mouth didn't flood with saliva, because it did. I'm still a man even though I'm her son.

The next pic displayed my mom resting on her back, pulling her cheeks apart, while some guy slid his dick into her ass. Her meaty thighs had been previously oiled to give her skin an erotic sheen. No doubt a marketing tactic. I really wanted to click to the next shot but I found it hard to move my hand. I mean, it's not everyday I get to see a picture of my mom getting fucked in the ass. The caption for this one read, "It's so tight you won't be able to cum in her ass!"

The third one was another anal shot, except this time mom was on her knees spreading her round mounds apart. I don't know if it was the same man from the picture before, but whoever it was, he had half his prick stuffed into her tight anal ring. The caption of this one read, "Our goal is to please."

The fourth one was a bit bizarre in that it showed mom spreading her ass with a travel-sized bottle of vodka lodged in her anus. Despite their bad taste in humor, mom's ass looked even better in this shot than the previous two. Her skin was extra smooth and tanned, which is odd when you consider the Ukraine is not a destination for tourists in search of sun. They must've bought their own personal tanning bed. The caption for that one read, "Drink right from the source!"

In the next shot, mom was on her knees spreading her cheeks again but this time after having been fucked in the ass. Her shiny anus was gaping with cum in and around her raw asshole. The man who fucked her must've pulled out at the last second before shooting his wad. The caption read, "Another satisfied customer."

I don't know what compelled me to do this but I opened up the pic in an image editor and zoomed in on her stretched hole. I could just make out the thick fibrous tissue that made up her sphincter and the damp bottom of her rectum. I quickly closed the program, disgusted with myself for lusting after my mom's ass. Fuck! Why did she have to look so damn sexy?

The next pic caught me totally off guard; my mom was in the doggy-style position with a latex-gloved fist in her ass! I could only imagine the pain and humiliation she went through for that shot. The caption for this read, "For those who need something special." It's obvious their business catered to all types.

Even though I couldn't stop my cock from rising, I almost shed a tear knowing this had been her fate for the last three years. And if someone didn't save her, it would continue being her fate. I wasn't about to let that happen.

Finally, the last shot was a close up of mom sucking a large cock. She was leaning over a guy with her lips tightly sealed around his cock-head. The tits she once used to feed me and Tracy hung invitingly below, capped by half-inch nipples waiting to be sucked. The caption read, "Look at those lips. She's ready to drain you dry."

If my dad ever saw these pics, he'd be crushed. That's why I hid them in an encrypted folder buried in my C: drive. I shut off my computer and hit the sack. I needed time to strategize and the best way for me to do that was to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Believe it or not, I did some of my best thinking that way.

I went through different scenarios in my mind; they all had their relative degree of success and failure, but only one would involve minimal bodily harm to me and to my mother. At least I hoped it would. After all, this is a criminal organization I'm going to deal with and I prefer it if we came out of the situation unscathed.

When I hammered out all the details, I fell into a fitful slumber. I tossed and turned for the better part of the night until I finally awoke in a cold sweat. The clock read 3:18 and the only creatures up were the crickets. Lucky for me it was Friday or I'd have to be up in another four hours preparing for class. Going back to sleep was pointless. I couldn't even if I tried. There was too much on my mind, not to mention too much at stake.

I decided to prepare for my plan . . .

The first thing on my To Do list was getting all the cash I could get my hands on. I needed it for the plane tickets, the hotel room, and for any unforeseeable expenses. I had a little over three grand tucked away in my savings account. I had planned on buying a new car with it, but now I needed the money to save a life. When the bank opened its doors at eight in the morning, I had them clear out my account.

An hour later, I exited Pike's Used Cars with two grand in my pocket. The car I used to shuttle myself to and from school was now sitting in the back portion of the lot. I now had a total of five grand in my pocket. Not bad but still not enough. If I was going to grease someone's palm, I better have the funds to back me up. At the risk of incurring outrageous fess, I withdrew cash on two of my credit cards; ouch! That brought my total to eight thousand dollars. I prayed that would be enough to see us safely home.

The next stop on my list was the university. I made arrangements to drop out from all my classes, opting for no credit so my GPA wouldn't be affected. I think that was harder to do than selling my own car. Now the only thing left was to visit the local travel agency and book my flight. I bought a one-way ticket to the Ukraine. The agent, a bubbly blonde, suggested a cheap hotel where I could stay with decent food.

Upon my return home, I wrote a letter to my dad and my sister. Without going into details, I explained there was a possible lead I needed to pursue concerning mom's whereabouts. I mentioned my flight to Europe and told them not to worry about me. And, that I would be in touch. I printed out two copies of the letter and mailed them out. I figure by the time they received it, I'd already be in the air. Once I was done with that, I went online and did a search for addresses and phone numbers integral to my plan.

At 1:30p.m. the following day, I checked my bags at the airport. At 3:05, I was in the air heading to the Ukraine. The flight took something like a day, but it gave me a chance to refine my plan. Though I was scared shitless, I knew my cause was just and that gave me the strength to carry on.

The next day, I arrived at Borispol Airport. Those of us traveling to Rovno had to take a connecting flight. I felt like crap when I finally arrived at the Marlen Hotel & Restaurant. After checking in and tipping the bellhop, I took a long, hot shower to clean myself up. At that point, there was nothing I wanted more than to nap for a few hours, but it was already 2:37 in the afternoon, their time, and I needed to make effective use of my day. I got dressed and groomed and headed out in search of a cab. Ten minutes later, I was dropped off at the front gates of the American embassy, where I had an appointment with Consul Karl Stross.

A young woman, who could have been a model, escorted me to a waiting area outside the Consul's office. I spent twenty minutes flipping through the pages of a National Geographic before Consul Stross came out of his office and asked me in. With a gesture of his hand, he indicated I sit in the high-back chair across from his desk.

I explained everything from the discovery the website, that part was embarrassing to admit, to Harold's help in translating the webpages. In addition, I showed Consul Stross copies of the police report, documenting my mother's disappearance, pictures of mom with the family spanning several years, and a pic from the website. I chose only to give him the one where she's sitting on a red settee. You could clearly see her face in that one and she wasn't nude.

After reviewing the evidence, Consul Stross excused himself. A minute later, he returned with another man in tow. His hair was peppered on the sides, fashioned military style. He looked like he had been around the block a few times, so I'm guessing he was ex-military. Consul Stross introduced him as, Mark Bradley, a representative of the Department of Homeland Security: Office of International Affairs. We all sat down and Consul Stross brought him up to speed. He nodded thoughtfully, appearing to digest each detail given to him. He seemed genuinely interested in hearing my case.

Once the facts were given to Mr. Bradley, we discussed my options. They told me about some of the local thugs who may be involved in my mother's kidnapping. Based on what the embassy had been able to gather, these gangs were hard to touch because many corrupt politicians, judges, and high-ranking police officers were on their payroll. Taking any kind of legal action against them would prove futile. Consul Stross felt the only way to handle this situation was for him to use certain channels to put pressure on some of the local politicians.

This would expedite matters and force the hand of the local authorities to take action. A few arrests would be made but that would be only for show. At best, the thugs would spend a night in jail while awaiting a judge to dismiss the charges. In other words, no one would be punished for the crimes committed against my mother.

With great reservation, I reluctantly went along with their plan. What choice did I have? I knew they meant well, but somebody should pay for abducting my mom and forcing her to turn tricks for three straight years! I mean, what the fuck!

Once we were done, Consul Stross advised me to go back to the hotel and wait for his call. He said he needed time to make the arrangements. I took a taxi back to the hotel and collapsed on the bed. I didn't open my eyes until midnight; I got up and went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I started to think about what Consul Stross had said about needing time to take action. By then, it could be too late. For all I knew, my mom could be moved to another location tomorrow, or even worse, to another country! Fuck it! To hell with this bureaucratic bullshit! I'll handle this myself.

I still had the address Harold gave me, so I might as well begin there. My stomach growled right about then. There was no time to eat a proper meal, so I drank down a protein shake I brought along with me. It's quick and nutritious and it comes in handy when I don't have the time to eat solid foods.

With my tummy sated, I exited the hotel and hailed the first available cab. I showed the driver the piece of paper with the address on it. As he read it, a grin pulled at his mouth. He glanced up, looked into the rearview mirror and said, "It is good place." He popped the clutch and poured on the gas.

The cabby pulled in front of a small brick building located in a semi-deserted industrial area. He pointed toward the wooden door and said, "You go." I tipped him, got out of the car, and stood in front of the door. The cabby took off into the night, leaving me to fend for myself. At that moment, Elvis singing "It's now or never . . ." popped into my mind. Great! My own brain has abandoned me, too.

With the side of my fist, I knocked two times. The sliding of a bolt on the other side of the door made me step back. A beefy- bouncer with a scowl across his face said something I didn't understand. I pointed to myself and said, "Me American. Looking for woman." I pantomimed the typical hourglass figure of a woman. He stood back, allowing me to pass into a dimly-lit corridor. The air reeked of boiled cabbage and funky herbs. I followed muscle-head to a small staircase which lead to the main floor. He knocked once on a red door. The guy behind it looked to be an even bigger prick, probably on the verge of having a roid-rage attack. The two fuckheads exchanged a few words in Ukrainian, but the only thing I could make out was "American."

The second bouncer grunted and let us pass into a large, rectangular room, with plastic chairs set about the perimeter. Only few customers had shown up tonight. The johns were a mix of young and old. They all gave me the look. You know, the look that says you're a foreigner and what the fuck are you doing here. I ignored them and found an empty seat in the corner and settled in. I wondered how many of these guys fucked my mother. Probably none. They didn't look like they could afford it.

There was an annoying haze of cigarette smoke, which hung in the air permeating every space in the room. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, until the sting from the nicotine subsided. I looked around, avoiding the stares from the other men, and spotted a small LCD television bolted to the wall. There was a porn movie playing; the volume was low but no one seem to care.

I spied the first bouncer talking to an older woman who looked to be in her fifties. She had dirty blonde hair with light blue eyes. The bouncer pointed at me a couple of times while she frowned. Uh-oh, I've been made. I know it.

She curtly replied to the big oaf and glanced my way; I met her stare with a disarming smile. The lady then dismissed him with a wave of her hand. She got up and glided over to me. When she got within a foot of my shins, she bent at the waist and placed her hands on the tops of her thighs and said, "Ahmeriken zhinka . . . ah . . . vuman. You come." Could it be she was referring to my mom?

I followed her down a hall lined with rooms on both sides. Thick, heavy curtains served as doors, providing the johns with some measure of privacy. As I made my way down the corridor, I could hear moaning and grunting coming from the other side of each curtain I passed. The walls appeared to be nothing more than painted sheet rock, allowing anyone in one room to hear what was going on in the next.

The madam stopped in front of the last door on the left and opened it. A chime sounded. From what I could tell, it was an anteroom, sparsely furnished with plush red carpeting. She led me to another door in the far corner of the room. The blonde pressed a button on the wall and the door unlocked, opening on its own. I trailed behind her after she swung the door open.

The first thing I spotted was a short middle-aged man, fucking a woman in the ass. She was on her hands and knees with her long, dark hair concealing her face. When the man saw the madam, he slowly slid his long dick out of the woman's shitter. The fucker had to have been ten inches in length. Once his knob cleared her anus, a faint slurping sound shattered the thick silence in the room.

The lady's sphincter remained open and the guy smiled at the madam, while forcing the woman's cheeks apart, increasing her gape to double the size! The madam turned her head to the side and waved her hand in disgust; she angrily spat out something in Ukrainian, which only made the older man laugh at the madam's discomfort. Since fun time was over, he let the woman's cheeks go and padded across the room. His dick, still erect, bobbed in the air. He picked up a robe off of a chair and covered himself. The woman on the bed still had her head hung in shame, never once making a sound.

The madam and the bald guy resumed their talking. It didn't take a brainiac to know I was the topic of conversation. He gave me the once over as though he was making up his mind whether to trust me or not. I looked at the woman and took in her sexy body. My eyes followed a path from her heavy tits, which were resting on the covers, to her mature yet curvy ass and well-toned thighs.

The conversation ended abruptly; the old guy grunted something and left. The madam's mouth went tight; her forehead wrinkled in a frown as she looked over at me and said, "For you. Ahh . . . Good American vuman." That's when the lady on the bed decided to reveal her face. She turned her head and locked eyes with me. Time slowed to a crawl as my lids retracted into their sockets; the lady on the bed looked like she'd seen a ghost, such was her shock.

I immediately broke eye contact, not wanting to tip off the madam. Clearing her throat, she put her hand out waiting for me to pay. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash; I saw the old woman's eyes light up. I wanted her to think I was a big spender. While I counted out the money, four thousand Hryvnias, which is roughly equivalent to five hundred American dollars, my peripheral tracked my naked mom going through the motions of covering herself up with a sheet. The madam smirked at mom's attempt at modesty, considering she'd just been fucked in the ass only moments ago.

"Dyakuyu! Dyakuyu!" I think she was thanking me but I couldn't be sure. I smiled the best phony smile I could muster and waited impatiently for her to leave. She picked up on my eagerness and left, humming a tune under her breath.

When the door closed, my emotions got the best of me and all I wanted to do was to rush toward mom and scoop her in my arms, but the moment I took the first step, she put her hand up, stopping me in my tracks. "Hey big guy. Give a lady a chance to get to know you better." My face was a mask of confusion; I didn't know how to respond. Why she was acting this way? Surely she must know I'm her son.

Mom got off the bed and stood unsure; she nervously glanced at the wall behind me. There was genuine fear in her eyes; she quickly recovered, though, and smirked; with a slow hand, mom released her grip on the bedsheet concealing her womanly charms. The white fabric slid down her torso, hugging the curves of her body, displaying her full mommy tits, then her soft mommy stomach, followed by her wide mommy hips, her plump mommy pussy, and her creamy mommy thighs, until it crumpled at her meticulous mommy feet.

My breath drew in sharply at the sight of her beauty. Mom smirked at my obvious approval of her anatomy and shuffled toward me. Then she reached out with her right hand and seductively rubbed her palm over my chest, warming the skin underneath my shirt. She searched my eyes for a moment before raising herself on her tippy-toes to press her soft lips against mine. I held the kiss and rested my hands on her hips. The temperature in the room got a few degrees higher. Mom pulled back just as I was getting into it; she then put her hand behind my head and drew me in. This time she gave me a peck on the cheek and combed her long nails through my hair. She sensually slid her lips right up to my ear and whispered, "Play along as best you can." She nuzzled her nose into the side of my neck and added, "They're watching us. I don't want my baby to get hurt. Please."

Mom pulled her head back and draped her slender arms over my shoulders; she scanned my face taking in every feature. I think she was having a hard time believing I was really in the room with her. When she satisfied herself that I was the read deal, she resumed the small talk, but loud enough so whoever eavesdropped could hear. "So, you're an American, huh?"

It took a second for me to snap out of my daze before replying. "Yeah, I'm an American."

"Whereabouts?" I didn't want to reveal our real home state lest they caught on to the charade, so I picked the first one that popped into my mind.

"New York City. I'm here on business."

"Oh . . . and what kind of business is that?" mom inquired.

"Uh . . . mostly international trade." I replied. I couldn't think of anything better to say but I thought it sounded convincing. Mom released her hold on me and padded to the large bed; I gawked at how her hips gently swayed, accentuating the rise and fall of her perfectly round globes. She bent at the waist to brush the bedsheet in an attempt to make it more presentable; satisfied with the result, she parked her soft, fleshy rear on the edge of the mattress and crossed her shapely legs at the knees.

Mom patted the bed and reached her arm out; I shuffled over and placed my clammy hand into hers; she grasped it and gently pulled me down to sit beside her. We sat in silence enjoying the warmth of our proximity to each other. Despite mom's incredible beauty, the youthful complexion she once carried had now been replaced by a drained exterior. The crow's feet at the outer corners of her sunken eyes were markedly pronounced, increasing her age beyond her 48 years. How could anyone be so cruel to this woman? What did she do in her life to deserve such treatment?

At this point, if I could get my paws on each person responsible for my mother's abduction, I'd hang them on sharp meat hooks and flay their useless hides. Mom witnessed the flash of anger and gently squeezed my hand. Even under these circumstances, she tried to nurture me with love. I smiled in response and got caught up in her mesmerizing hazel irises. I used to love doing that as a boy. I could stare at them the whole afternoon while she read a book or watched television. Mom always got a kick out of that. She'd let me stare at them, knowing how much it calmed me. When I got older, she used to joke about how it was the only way she could get me to behave.

The memory brought a silly grin to my face. Mom's voice snapped me to the present. "So, what's your pleasure, big boy? I can pretty much do everything."

"Huh?" I hope she wasn't asking what I think she was asking.

"You didn't pay all that money just to sit here and talk. So, what'll it be?

"B—But . . . But," I stuttered nervously.

"So . . . you're a buttman? I should've guessed." Mom winked at my obvious and growing discomfort; she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a single condom packet and tossed it on the bed and said, "You're going to need this if we're going to do anal." I choked on my saliva and coughed when she mentioned the word anal. "All customers have to wear one—house rules, except for the boss; he's the one you saw before." She blushed at the reference.

Did mom really expect me to fuck her in the ass? I couldn't be sure, but when the time came to perform, and if it only turned out to be simulated, just hearing her say the words "You're going to need this if we're going to do anal" was enough to get my heart pounding. I could feel my vascular organ having to pump more blood, so it could compensate for the loss in my head, which was now being used by the arteries of my aching cock.

"Is this going to be your first time doing anal?"

"Uh . . . uh . . . yeah. I guess. I mean, yes." Though it's been a boyhood fantasy of mine to fuck her ass, I didn't know if I had it in me, regardless if I was being watched or not. Mom picked up on my nervousness and lovingly cupped my chin in her hand. We stared at each other and bathed in the unconditional love that poured from our hearts.

"If you like—by the way, what is your name?"

"Well Rick, I'm Lenora and you can undress behind that screen over there." Mom pointed to a light brown folding screen similar to the kind used in the orient. I stood up went behind the screen. I still had serious reservations about all this, but my actions of late brought this dilemma upon us, so I had no choice but to see it through to the end.

I took my time peeling off each article of clothing. When I had removed every last stitch of fabric from my body, I placed my clothes on a wooden bench behind me.

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Elvis, once again, popped into my mind: "It's now or never . . . ." I shook my head and stepped out from behind the screen. Nothing prepared my bulging eyes when I caught sight of mom on her hand and knees, reaching back and applying lube to her anus. My mouth hung open, glued to her fingers as they sunk into her elastic sphincter. She twirled her long digit within the confines of her anus, making sure her tight ring was generously coated.

When she felt she was sufficiently prepared, mom put the tube of lube down and peered over her shoulder. "There you are. I didn't think you were going to make an appearance." She stared at my 7-inch cylinder of pulsing dick-meat; it was pointing straight up to the ceiling, hard as an iron bar with precum running down its sides. A thrill ran through my body knowing she was watching my veiny member.

I took a hesitant step forward, uncertain if I should proceed or not. "Don't be shy. Come on . . . It'll be okay." How she could be so casual about this was beyond me. It's as if the events of the past thirty minutes didn't even faze her. But in all fairness, she did say we were being watched. So, that could explain her atypical behavior. I walked to her on shaky legs.

From this point on, there's no turning back. Our very lives could be at risk if I didn't act appropriately. Luckily, mom was way ahead of me in that department. I ogled mom as she lowered her head and shoulders to the mattress. With a few minor adjustments to satisfy herself that her center of gravity would hold, mom reached back and carefully pried her soft cheeks apart. The ridged texture of her pink, pucker radially stretched in all directions, pulling away from its center until a tiny, round hole had formed.

My heart pounded as I stared in awe at the woman who bore me so long ago. The same woman who now stoked the fire within my loins with her voluptuous backside. Having no choice in the matter, my pupils made the necessary adjustments to capture the image of her mature, chunky moons. Naturally, the effect had my testosterone levels shoot up, taking my libido along for the ride.

With every ounce of strength I could muster, I finally managed to climb on the bed behind her. Now, so close to the object of my desire, I could see what attracted this cadre of criminals to my mother. I'm no expert when it comes to ass, but mom's derriere broke a new record, at least in my book.

The sequence of events that brought us together now demanded the consummation of our mother-son relationship in a way we never foresaw. Whether by fate or by desire, I knee walked the foot that separated my cock from her upturned ass, ready to commit a sin no culture would ever approve.

Shivering with lust, I lined my thick cock with her slick anus and gently pushed the spongy tip against her taut membrane; I watched with bated breath as her rosy ring sunk in and paused, resisting for a second before it dilated and stretched tightly around the purple knob of my dick. I moaned from the combined pressure exerted by both her sphincters. Amazingly, her shit-hole had somehow formed a hermetical seal around my bloated cock-head, preventing the flow of air going in and out of her rectum. I stopped after the head and some of the shaft was securely lodged into her anus, savoring the feeling of finally having my stiff cock in her ass. But I knew if I wasn't careful, I could cum right then and there because mom was that hot and tight.

I reached out to clasp her soft hips and impatiently began the process of skewering my mom on my thick, phallic prod. I inched forward bit by bit, watching her striated ring slide along the dorsal plane of my dick. I pushed my way into her bowels, until my entire cock was buried to the hilt. Mom's tight sphincter gripped me like a vise, at the same time massaging my throbbing prick around its base. In all the excitement of finally having anal sex with my mom, I completely forgot to use the condom she gave me. But at this point, I don't know if I'd have the strength to stop now. Besides, making an issue out of it would only bring unwanted attention from our inconspicuous audience.

Now that I was firmly embedded in my mother's ass, I thought this would be the perfect time to come clean about my number one fantasy. How could I not under such intimate circumstances. I leaned over her back, brought my lips to her left ear and whispered, "Oh mom . . . I've dreamed about doing this to you ever since I was thirteen. I'm ashamed to admit it but it's true."

I didn't know what her reaction would be but the last thing I expected was empathy. "I know baby. It's okay. I think I've always known. And don't be ashamed either. You just love momma the way you need to." That's when her sphincter muscles released their hold on me.

I moved my torso back to its upright position; mom braced herself on her elbows as I slowly began to saw my erection in and out of her greasy butthole. With each plunge of my cock my mother would clench and unclench her constricting pucker, stimulating the cutaneous nerves along my shaft. Gradually, I built up speed and intensity, thrusting rhythmically in and out of her anal passage. My grunts punctuated the slapping of my balls against her slick pussy, increasing both our arousal. I glanced down and stared in incestuous lust as my bulging cock pulled her rubbery asshole out, stretching it for a second before forcing it back in with each stroke of my dick. I held out for as long as I possibly could, which was no longer than three lousy minutes, before I yielded to the most tremendous orgasm of my life.

I held her tight against me. My face scrunched into a feral-mask of pure animal lust while my stomach tightened. I clenched my ass cheeks and let out a loud roar. My dick repeatedly jerked against the ceiling of mom's rectum, spurting rope after rope of scalding jism deep into her bowels. It felt like I was dumping a pint of cum into her ass. I cried as waves of ecstasy repeatedly coursed throughout my quivering body, sapping my strength in the process. Mom’s asshole expertly milked my shaft until the last of my semen was drained from my balls; I had to slow my thrusts down because my sensitive cock couldn't withstand the friction of our coupling.

I held myself inside mom's ass gasping for breath. When my breathing returned to normal, I pulled my hips back until my flimsy cock cleared her yawing hole. The color contrast between the pink of her anus and the deep red of her rectum held my gaze to the point where I blocked out all stimuli from the room. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to lick the interior of her ass or bury my entire head inside. Such was the power of my unbridled lust. I know I should've stopped right then and there and respected the sacrifice my mother made in offering her ass to me, but I couldn't resist the urge to bite down into the soft flesh that brought me so much pleasure. I swear it was like biting into a ripe, succulent Georgia peach. I pulled my head back to admire my handiwork and saw that the voluptuous surface of my mom's butt-cheek was now marred. I was about to swoop in for a taste of her O-ring when a loud crash made us jump. I heard a man yelling out something before the pat, pat, pat of gunfire was exchanged. My fight-or-flight response kicked in making me pull my mother to her feet; I told her to get dressed. I hurriedly put my pants on and slipped into my shoes.

"Forget the slippers, mom! They'll slow us down." She kicked them across the room and ran to my side. Just then, the door to our room opened; a guy with a nasty scar across his forehead came in waving a machine gun. He grabbed my mother by the arm and roughly dragged her toward the door saying: "Pishly (Let's go), Pishly (Let's go)." He jerked his head to the side, indicating I should follow him, too.

That's when mom turned her head toward me. Tears streaked her face as she cried, "I love you Ricky. Always remember that." Scarface became very impatient and began shoving mom out of the room, embedding the nozzle of his gun in the small of her back. Then it finally dawned on me: Scarface never pointed his gun at me. I mean, why should he. I'm a high-paying customer who stopped by looking to have a good time. Therefore, it stands to reason I would pose no threat to him.

I had to think fast or I might never see my mom again. "Proshu!" I think I said please but I wasn't sure. At least it got his attention. He began to turn around, and like a cat stomping on a mouse, I sprung forward and landed a knee strike right against the center of his chest. My aim was true and a sickening crack filled the room, indicating I had broken his sternum on impact. Scarface dropped to the floor, snarling in pain.

That knee strike was the one move I did better than anyone else at the Muay Thai dojo I trained at back in high school. In fact, it was the only move I ever mastered. I couldn't fight for shit, which is why my instructor suggested I look into a fighting system that emphasized legwork, such as Hapkido, for example. He said my arms weren't coordinated enough for other fighting systems. By this time, Scarface was clutching his chest. He wheezed in an attempt to fill his lungs with air. I reached down, took his gun away, and told my mom to follow me out. "Mom, is there a back door in this place or some kind of fire escape?"

She frowned for a moment then her eyes lit up. "Yes! There is!" She said excitedly. "I once saw the boss take a girl out through a back door." she explained.

"Lead the way, mom." When we stepped out into the hall, a voice bellowed out of nowhere and said, "Mr. Delancy, put your weapon down and kick it across the floor toward us." I couldn't place the voice but there was a familiar ring to it. I placed the gun on the floor and kicked in with the heel of my right foot. That's when mom and I turned around and saw a police squad with their guns trained on us; not the most welcoming sight for a tourist. Then a man pushed through from the back; it was Mr. Bradley from the DHS.

I turned to my mom and said, "We're going to be okay, mom." That's when her eyes rolled back into her head. I held her up and scooped her in my arms. Mr. Bradley escorted us back to the embassy where mom was given a check up by the in-house physician. Aside from malnutrition, and a few bruises, she was going to be fine. However, the doctor suggested she get checked out by her primary physician when we returned to the states. Mom remained in bed hooked up to an IV-Bag during her convalescence; when she was strong enough, we gave our statements to Consul Stross' assistant.

The next morning, I asked Consul Stross how he knew I'd be at the whorehouse that night. He said he had me tailed when I left the embassy. He suspected I was going to do something brash. So when his informant reported that I had gone to the whorehouse alone, he placed a few calls and arranged for a team of police officers to storm the place at a moment's notice. Luckily for us, no one got the chance to tip off my mother's captors.

Once mom was strong enough to travel, the embassy arranged for our safe passage back to the States. I called my dad and told him the news. I put mom on the phone and they talked and she cried. For the first time in over three years, we were going to be a family again.

During the long flight home, mom explained the ugly truth behind human trafficking. She told me about the countless beatings, the rapes, the humiliation—all of it. She admitted some personal stuff as well, like how she and dad never had anal sex, even though he had asked her a couple of times. Mom's captors felt her ass was a definite moneymaker which is why they advertised it as her specialty. In her humble opinion, she felt it was too big and not very attractive. My reply to her was "You have no idea how sexy it is, mom." I said that because it was the truth but also because I wanted to lighten her mood.

"I'm guessing I have a pretty good idea where you're concerned young man." She smiled and I thought I detected a faint twinkle in her eyes. It was nice to know she still had her sense of humor intact. That's when she cornered me and brought up the subject of my boyhood fantasy; you know, the one I admitted to having when I was deep in her ass. You should've seen the color change in my face. Mom said I went white one moment then red the next. She couldn't help but chuckle at my discomfort. Grudgingly, I gave in and told her the abridged version of my number one fantasy, hoping it would be enough to satisfy her.

When I finished, I couldn't help but put my head down in embarrassment. Mom reached over and lovingly grasped my hand and said, "Honey, we did what we had to do to in order to survive. And in a crazy sort of way, I'm glad I could give my baby something he's desired for so long."

We talked some more about it and I asked why she offered me her ass that night. She said if I fucked her in the ass, it wouldn't feel as if we were commiting incest, whereas fucking her pussy would. I really didn't see the logic behind her thinking but if it helped her cope, so be it. I changed the topic of conversation and filled her in on Harold and what he'd done for us. I had a hard time explaining the technical aspects of it all because I really didn't understand them myself. But mom got the gist of it and said she'd have to personally thank him for all his help. We then pushed our seats back and got some much-needed sleep.

Many hours later, as the plan taxied down the runway, my mom made me promise never to reveal our incestual coupling to dad. I agreed for obvious reasons. Once we exited the plane, I caught sight of my dad with his arm around my sister. "Dad!" When he heard my voice, he rushed over almost knocking down an old lady in the process. I stepped back and watched the three of them embrace. You should have seen the tears that were shed, even my dad, who I've never ever seen cry before, bawled like a baby as he tightly clutched mom.

It was time to go home . . .

For the next few weeks, dad never let mom out of his sight. Normally, any other woman would've complained, but I think it's what my mom wanted. She hungered to be loved again, not only by my father but by her children as well. And she sure got it in spades.

Before mom and dad made love, she got herself checked out by our family physician; he ran a battery of tests and discovered that several nerves within her anus had been damaged; the doctor delicately explained my mom may one day experience bowel incontinence. But just to be on the safe side, the doctor performed a strength-duration test. Mom passed with flying colors, as if there was any doubt. In addition, she contracted "the gift that keeps on giving" commonly known as Herpes simplex virus 2 or (HSV-2). Granted, not the best news in the world, but it could've been much worse. In hindsight, now I understood the wisdom of mom's advice when she said I should wear a condom. Not surprisingly, the news didn't deter dad from ravaging mom that night. I suspect she finally gave the old man that ass he'd been begging for since the day they got married. I could clearly hear his groans all the way from the kitchen. His moans of pleasure made my sister giggle, who happened to be on the couch watching a movie.

Of course, I'm not going to sugarcoat the story and say everything turned out fine for my mom. Like many victims of human trafficking, she suffered from a mild form of post-traumatic stress disorder. Mom had nightmares every night for god knows how many months. It took all our love and strength as a family to pull her through it. Also, her weekly visits to an N.L.P. therapist helped her deal with her low self-esteem issues. As a security precaution, dad's had mom implanted with a microchip. Some of you may think his actions extreme, but under the circumstances, I have to agree with my father. And seeing how my sister is really a younger version of my mom, with an even better ass, it made sense to have her implanted as well. It cost my dad a fortune to have them both undergo the procedure, but the piece of mind it brought made it more than worth the expense.

Years after Harold and I graduated from college, mom confessed that she had fucked the shit out of him for his help in rescuing her. Now I know how he got his newfound confidence. I had wondered where that came from. Well, I wish him much success in life. He deserves it.

I'm married now with my own family. My mom is pushing 60 but she still looks wonderful to me. And during our annual family get-togethers, when no one is watching, our eyes connect from across the room. I know she can read me like an open book. And when she does, it's mom who blushes.

P.S. I still have the one video Harold downloaded for me. It shows a trick fucking my mom in the ass. It's not long but it's more than enough for me to get off. I always feel bad right after I cum but I can't help myself. Anyway, I've sent it to Anal King as a condition of our deal.

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“That scene went viral when it was by no means even imagined to go stay. There’s not a lot I can say about it, though I will say that much of what was revealed was incorrect. During this time Angela White also filmed numerous online sex scenes and DVD titles for Abby Winters Studios. I needed the world to know that I was joyful and proud to publicly share my sexuality. There continues to be a lot shame surrounding intercourse and sexuality and a part of my life’s mission is to assist folks really feel assured and comfy about their sexual fantasies and desires”. The time period porn star gets thrown around lots when talking about adult actresses.

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Australian adult movie actress and director who has been inducted into both the AVN and the XRCO Halls of Fame. In 2020, she grew to become AVN’s first particular person to win Female Performer of the Year three times consecutively. She was dubbed Australia’s most well-known adult performer by XBIZ. She promotes her work and updates her followers on her present initiatives on her theangelawhite followers. Curious about how much cash adult film star Angela White has accumulated? Wondering what it takes to build a successful profession in the adult entertainment industry?

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I felt like I could do something, that no challenge was too nice, and that feeling has stayed with me”. She’s is considered one of the most profitable grownup stars the world has ever seen and had been dubbed the ‘Meryl Streep of porn’, however it appears she might need a bit extra in frequent with the Mamma Mia actress than you may need first thought. There she researched women’s experiences in the Australian porn trade.

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She advocates for fair remedy and illustration of performers from marginalized communities, including LGBTQ+ people and different people of shade. Although her family prefers to hold up their privateness, their impression on Angela’s life and career is undeniable. The confidence and resilience she shows professionally testify to the sturdy family values she instilled from a young age. Angela White’s privacy about her household background displays her respect for their personal lives, a gesture that her family members extremely respect.

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As of 2021, her estimated net worth is approximately $10 million. White recently hinted at a career move away from porn, with a new podcast being rumoured. A mysterious new Instagram page has emerged featuring a photo of the X-rated icon with the name ‘angelawhitepodcast’.

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In conclusion, interviews and public appearances are essential to an author’s profession, providing opportunities for engagement, connection, and progress. For apocalyptic fantasy fiction author Angela White, these interactions serve as a method to deepen her relationship with readers, increase her reach, and share her unique storytelling with a broader audience. Through real and enthusiastic acceptance of those alternatives, writers similar to Angela White can build a faithful fan base and leave a long-lasting impression on the literary world. Angela White’s personal life and hobbies are essential in shaping her id as an apocalyptic fantasy fiction writer.

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The findings from her thesis were delivered on the Erotic Screen and Sound convention at Griffith University in 2011. Angela White was nonetheless in highschool when she entered the grownup business in 2003. As an adolescent, Angela brazenly recognized as bisexual and was criticized for her uninhibited sexuality. Through performing in pornography, Angela has been in a position to explore her sexual desires in a secure environment with different open minded, sex-positive individuals.

  • So for that honours thesis, I undertook qualitative research into feminine experiences in the Australian pornography business.
  • When a brand new 12 months comes round, meaning the AVN and GayVN Awards return to Las Vegas where all the world’s top pornstars come collectively and do every little thing your thoughts can think of.
  • That thesis centered on female experiences, and clearly there’s a diverse vary of individuals within the business, and I’d like to get a broader understanding of their experiences within the trade.
  • Although much less identified to the public, this pre-fame interval of her life laid the groundwork for her future profession and advocacy efforts, shaping her into the resilient and trailblazing figure she is right now.
  • Angela proudly told how she workouts lots of inventive control when taking over different gigs as she’s seen and carried out all of it, though she is often working under the guise of some type of porn maestro who might give her notes.
  • My structured mindset, molded by rigorous educational and authorized training, had to be softened and reshaped.
  • She has consistently used her platform to champion various causes, particularly positivity, women’s empowerment, and well being.
  • “Every performer is now a content material creator, so they’re owning their very own content material which they can use later on down the track for passive revenue.”
  • White has also modeled for the Scoreland and Abby Winters web-sites and he or she also seems in a selection of other big-tit sites such as XX-Cel and DDF Busty.
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  • Angela generated media attention when she sent copies of her pornographic DVDs to the lawyer common in her campaign to loosen up laws for X-rated movies.

When White checked out a photo of herself from when she was 12, she realized that she had already developed physically — a small waist and backside heavy like her mom — however she was flat-chested. White, who grew up in Washington, D.C., at all times felt lovely as a baby. She remembers being made fun of typically for the size of her brow — ”I have a giant brow,” she laughs — but overall appreciated how she seemed. She is honest that media interviews usually are not always her favourite thing. Not when her openness hasn’t at all times been met with graciousness or kindness. After all, she has nothing to cover and nothing to be ashamed of.

  • Her interest in performing emerged in highschool when she participated at school productions and native theatre plays.
  • Angela White was born in Sydney, Australia, on March 4, 1985.
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  • Doctors had to remove her nipples, pull in her skin after which sew across the nipples once more.

Angela White, a popular name in the adult movie business, has seen a outstanding development in her net worth. Over the years, she has diversified her earnings sources past acting to capitalize on completely different revenue streams inside and outside the entertainment enterprise. Primarily, Angela’s wealth accumulation began from her profitable profession as an adult film actress – incomes hefty quantities per project due to excessive demand and popularity. However, directing movies additionally grew to become a major contributor later on.

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Themes of resilience, sacrifice, camaraderie, and the wrestle for survival are widespread threads woven all through Angela White’s apocalyptic fantasy fiction. In addition to the sequel to “The Survivors,” Angela White has hinted at a new standalone novel that will delve into uncharted territory within the apocalyptic fantasy style. With her expertise for creating rich and immersive worlds, readers can anticipate fascinating and original tales from her. Public appearances, such as book signings, author panels, and literary events, enable authors like Angela White to interact instantly with their readers. These events not only present a platform for White to showcase her newest works but in addition enable her to engage in significant conversations with followers.

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Her fascinating persona extends to her hidden abilities and love for languages. Fast-forward to 2024, and Angela’s internet price has increased significantly to an estimated $45 million. This exponential progress in her financial standing is a testament to her continuous success and development in the entertainment trade. Angela White’s internet worth is a financial measurement and a testament to her professional accomplishments and affect in the entertainment world. White’s consistently delivering engaging performances is a testomony to her dedication and talent. Her profession, still thriving in 2024, continues to be a supply of inspiration for lots of in the business.

With notable works and achievements, White continues to inspire and enthrall audiences along with her unique storytelling voice and imaginative worlds. After completing her schooling, Angela White launched into her writing journey, drawing inspiration from the world round her and infusing her work with components of apocalyptic fantasy. Her distinctive mix of intricate world-building, complicated characters, and gripping plotlines set her aside in the aggressive landscape of fantasy fiction.

In addition to her work in grownup movies, White also makes cash through endorsements, appearances at conventions and events, as well as merchandise sales corresponding to calendars and DVDs. White was additionally at one point on the subscription site OnlyFans, when the pandemic hit in 2020; there, she posted adult-only content material. White advised Forbes in a previous interview that she made $2 million in a two-year time span on the platform. She deleted her account in 2022 as part of her private journey and out of concern for her youngsters.

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This education has fueled her advocacy work for the rights of workers, informing her actions and beliefs. She may need celebrated Australian holidays and traditions whereas cherishing features of her Swiss heritage passed down by way of her household. Weighing roughly fifty eight kg (128 lbs), her weight is well-distributed, enabling her to exude naturalness in all her performances.

“I was actually less interested in politics earlier than I entered the adult trade. Being involved in an business that’s so heavily stigmatized and regulated forces you to turn out to be extra conscious of politics. It was a threat to the rights of sex employees in Australia that prompted me to run for political office within the 2010 Victorian State Election. Angela White is a buxom American pornstar of Australian descent. In January 2019, Angela White became the only pornstar since Tori Black (in 2010 – 2011) to “win” AVN’s Female Performer of the Year Award, two years in a row.

She had been figuring out however felt like her lips had been too big, her breasts were too massive and her butt was beginning to feel heavy. She additionally had breast reduction surgery and was beneath anesthesia for 8½ hours. Initially, her docs thought she would want a breast raise but White was concerned about scarring. Doctors had to take away her nipples, pull in her pores and skin and then sew across the nipples once more.

She said it was a straightforward decision as she has a fantastic relationship with the company. She is still under this contract, so you’ll be able to sit up for extra exclusive Brazzers content material that includes this famous pornstar. In 2016 September, whereas being interviewed with XBIZ, she mentioned https://angelawhitewebsite.com she has moved to america and signed up Spiegler Girls to shoot for industries like Naughty America, Brazzers, and Jules Jordan. She was also referred to as the Australian well-known adult performer, as stated by XBIZ. She signed a distribution film with “Girlfriend Films” in October 2014. She featured her first anal, interracial anal, double penetration, and all-anal threesome via her first film.


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