I am a 36 year old mother of 3, and I am a hooker. Well, not a hooker per se but a phone girl. Not even a high end claim girl but I serve a very specialized market. My husband has no idea, but he wonders why I visit the gynecologist so often. I would quit, but if I did multitude would start telling stories, besides its fun. I get ahead of myself, let me go back to when I was an sinless soccer mom, enjoying life.

I was 34 and had just had a hysterectomy after my third daughter had bear complications. She was a whoop anyway, I already had a 14 year old son and a 12 year old daughter. I had a outstanding life even if I was not feeling sexy after the baby. The baby was almost two months old when my son, Bob Dylan, brought his supporter Zach over. Zach was a skillful kid, 14 about 5'8 and athletic. His sea blue heart and light blonde hair I thought for for certain he was a little girl magnet.

When he was there he kept staring at my chest, it took me awhile to realize why. My normally 36C knocker were swollen since I was breast feeding and the slopped jersey I was wearing were showing it. Other than my tits I was fairly routine, 5'6 with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and the wide hips of a mother. While he was staring my son asked if Zach could continue the Nox. I told them no problem and went about my patronage not thinking anything of it.

That night the baby was having a intemperately time quiescence and my husband had worked of late and was sleeping hard. That meant I did not get much eternal rest. About three in the morning I was up, again, just wearing my bathrobe when I decided to try breastfeeding. About when the infant started sucking Zach comes upstairs, woken up by the tears. He looks at me breastfeeding, and although he couldn't see anything, he started apologizing. This startled the babe and then Zach did get a good facial expression at my left tit.

I settled them both down and the baby started sucking again. Zach started asking questions, all innocent, he was just curious. Finally the baby was asleep and when I stood up to put him in his crib my robe came open just a petty. I fixed it and sat back down next to Zach, keeping him caller. He stutters a bit on his following enquiry, he asked about my cesarean section scar. I explain it and he blushes again for his next question, if he could see it again. I'm normally very self-conscious about it, but whether from deficiency of slumber or just an appreciation at being noticed, I told him sure.

Leaving the top closed and making certainly my genitals was covered give my robe and let him see my belly. He was in awe. Without thinking he reached over and fey my scar. That jot sent prickling through my body to all the justly spots, or damage spots depending on your point of horizon. I let him rub and finger my belly as by body responded, it had been a long clip since I had been touched like that. As I enjoyed his touch I lost track of the pother of robe covering my genital organ as it slid off, exposing me more. My legs were crossed so he did not get a entire sentiment, but he saw enough to say I had shaved.

I probably would not cause noticed if Zach had not asked me if I always shaved. I was startled but tried not to picture it, I knew I should insure up but did not want the jot to end. I told him yes, that my husband preferred that I did. With an solemn look on his face, but the hardon showing in his shorts giving him away, he asked if he could see. He blushed and explained he was a Virgo and had never seen a pussy in real life.

I was flattered in one sense, but hesitant in another more obvious way. He tells me it's ok if I don't let him, he understands. Zach then pulls his mitt off my belly and that is the breaking peak. I tell him he can wait, but subconsciously omit the bank spot portion. I uncross my legs and propagate them slightly so he can see my kitty, already swelling from his touch.

He reaches over and touches my second joint, again sending tingles through my body. I bite my lip to avoid making a noise. Not a noise to block him, but a stochasticity of pleasure that might encourage him. Not that he needed encouragement ; his hand quickly rubbed up my thigh and felt my pussy lips. He then looks at me, and with a devilish grinning, pushes a finger's breadth into me.

This sentence biting my lip didn't assist a light moan of delight safety valve. I was suddenly corneous to the degree I didn't forethought it was wrong, I just didn't want it to end. Zach pushes his fingerbreadth in deeper as I roll my hips to make it easier. He has a huge smiling on his face as my robe is completely open air and he can see my to the full naked body. I grab his hand and guide it, showing him how to regain my clit and where it feels best.

Before I can cum, he stops and fret his deal up my body to find my tits. I'm not for sure if he realized that by stopping he made sure I would let him stay fresh playacting, I needed button. Zach gropes my tits, which are still sore from being full of milk, before leaning in to suck them. Another moan escapes as he starts licking my nipples. I whisper to him that if he is truly a virgin, then he is a natural. He gives me a flimsy grinning and sucks a bit harder.

Suddenly Zach sits up. My right tit, the one he had been sucking, had started to suckle. With all-inclusive eyes he asked if they always did that. I laughed and told him it was only because I was breastfeeding. He leans back and sucks a little more, fascinated. As he gets more into it he is slowly getting more on top of me. future affair we know he is completely on me, between my spread legs.

Zack kisses up my pectus until he finds my lips. After a legal brief candy kiss he realizes what happened and blushes, pulling back. I wrap my branch around him and severalise him it's OK. I then kiss him again. I feel his cock pressing against my leg through his boxers. Impulsively I run my hired man down his rear and push his short circuit down. Once he understood what was happening he eagerly moved to attend.

With his short pants off Zach's cock started poking between my legs. I had a brief instant of second thoughts as reality started to fall off in. That ended when his hammer found place and he plunged in me as deep as he could go. We both groaned as he did and paused as we got used to each other's physical structure. He whispers that it feels better than he imagined, and I told him to wait because it gets better.

After a duo uncoordinated thrusts we got in rhythm, with Zach sliding in and out of me. With all of the arousal it did not select long and I was cumming. I never was quiet when I came, this was no exception. I kissed Zach grueling trying to muffle my screams. I barely hear him try to say he was cumming too. I feel his cum filling me, making me cum harder. When we finally stopped we looked at each other, realizing what had just happened.

About then the child started crying. Zack quickly pulls out and his cum started leaking out with him. He pulls his shorts up and I get my robe closed just in fourth dimension. My husband stumbles into the room having been woken up by the baby. With cum running down my leg I tell him I got it and he can go back to log Z's. With a nod he stumbles back to bed. Zach looks at me with a scared facial expression then starts laughing. I pull my tit out, unembarrassed this time, and start breastfeeding again.

Zack blushes and says he should probably get back to bed. I tell him goodnight and asked him not to mention what happened to anyone. I didn't catch how he replied as he was off, down the stair. I get the sister to sleep and manoeuvre off to bed, my thighs still sticky with cum.

The next morning I throw on some actual jammies under my robe and go downstairs for breakfast. My son and Zach were already down there eating cereal. They stop eating as I walk in. I grab a arena and sit down with them, they are obviously uncomfortable. It does not submit foresighted to find out why.

Dylan suddenly asked me if Zach got me pregnant again. I stared at him stunned while Zach started looking very hard for something in his food grain bowling ball. I collect myself and excuse that I can not get fraught again. That seemed to relax them somewhat, but I was uptight. I then asked them what all was said.

Dylan told me all. Zach had spilled his guts and then some. I was about to tell them never speak of it again when they dropped another bombshell on me. They told me they had another friend who wanted to lose his virginity. They wanted to know if I would take it. Bob Dylan pipes up that the kid would pay.

I emphatically tell them no. They respond by saying they guess they will mouth to Dad then. That causes me to back down and ask point. They tell me his name is Brian and he is in their class. He was bequeath to pay five hundred to recede his virginity. Then Dylan looks at me and enjoin me that he and Zach would observe two hundred for their agents fee.

I was stunned, my son wanted to be my pimp. I reluctantly agree so that they will stay hush. I tell them to set it up and let me have intercourse what the plan is. With that I go back to my room to get hold of a shower and finally wash Zach's cum from me. Dressed I went back downstairs and the boys greeted me, the programme were already set.
Zach and Bob Dylan were going to watch the baby while at 3:00 I was to play Brian at this sleazy motel. The boys would tell my hubby and girl that I went out shopping, so I should probably bring something back. That didn't give way me a great deal time to think.

As the time got close I went to deepen into what I would endure for the"event."If it was his firstly clip I wanted it to be memorable, but at the Saame prison term if I looked more like a mom he might exchange his brain and I wouldn't need to observe through. I finally settled in on my khaki wench and a light green Marco Polo shirt. I did go with my sexy contraband satin panty and black lace bra. A pair of running skid finished the ensemble. Zach and Dylan approved of the outfit.

I went to the address they gave me. One facial expression and I decided that if I ever did this again I would spring for well accommodation. It was a rophy motel. I went to the room and Brian was already there. He was not a bad looking kid, about 5'3 with mousy haircloth and tiny feature film. Not bad looking, but no secret why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was so spooky I felt bad for him ; suddenly I wanted to do this just to help the poor kid out.

We introduced ourselves and I asked him what he was hoping for. He blushed and told me he did not know, he just wanted to lose his virginity and know what it felt like. I asked him if he had ever seen a woman before, like walked in on his mom or anything. He mumbles no, just on the cyberspace. I tell him we will need to fix that.

I stand us both up and pull him close. I put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and have him help me tear it over my head. After we toss my shirt to the face I unzip my dame and let it fall to the floor. I tell Brian to step back and look at me in my underwear. He does and I see the hard-on growing in his jeans. Now a subscribe to his hands again and wrap them around me. I tell him to undo my bra.

Like well-nigh Guy he struggled at first, but I let him learn. When it finally came off he didn't know what to do. I place his hand on my tits and told him to find. He did and uttered oh yeas as he did it. He finally leaned in to absorb, my spell for oh yeas. Brian was surprisingly gentle for his kickoff time. Again when my mamilla started milking he stepped back. I explained it to him and he suddenly wanted more. I guided us back to the bed and sat us down.

I pried him off my tit long enough to get his shirt off, then he was grabbing them again. I let him play as I worked on his jeans. Eventually I got them undone and Brian suddenly blushes as I pull his cock out. His cock was shaped almost like a washing soda can. It was as fat as any I had ever seen, but short, only about five inch. I briefly wondered how it would feel inside me as I gushed and made him sense like it was the perfect cock.

I pushed him back on the bed and pulled his pants completely off. I lick his shaft then try to wrap my mouth around him. I almost couldn't do it, but once I did I tried to take him all. He was groaning as I bobbed my chief up and down. My sass was stretched so far I did not smack his pre-cum, and much Oklahoman than I expected he was squirting hot stick semen down my throat. I gagged, and then pulled back still stroking him to fix sure he came sound.

With cum running down my mentum and over my bridge player I look up at Brian, he is almost in rip. I asked what was ill-timed and he tells me he really wanted to have sex but he came from a cock sucking. I smiled and told him it was ok, by cumming now he would last longer when he did experience sex. I licked his softening cock clean before excusing myself to make clean up. With a quick trip to the bathroom I wiped my chin and mammilla clean from cum, then washed my hands.

When I came back out, Brian was under the blankets. I smiled at him and asked if he was make. He shook his brain yes so knockout I thought it might return off. I pulled the blanket off and saw he was already getting hard again. I crawled on the bed next to him and stroked him lightly. I pulled my pantie off and let him see his first tangible pussy. I took his hand and guided it between my legs. I moved his finger up my slit until, moaning lightly, his fingerbreadth found my clit. I helped him lightly massage it as I explained to him what it was.

After a duad arcsecond of that I told him to push a finger inside me. I was soaking wet and he started finger's breadth fucking me with easiness. I told him how full it felt and to imagine his hammer in there. I watched his cock grow as he fingered me. I helped him until I had a low orgasm, then asked him if he was fix to be a man. He muttered a yes but said he didn't know what to do. I told him not to worry, I knew.

I rolled over and straddled him and sat up so he could see my all organic structure. I grabbed his prick and aimed it up, then slowly lowered my pelvic arch to it. I groaned loudly as he entered me, he was so wooden-headed he stretched my pussy. I took a deep breathing space once he was all in, adjusting to his girth, wishing he was abstruse. I moaned to him asking how it felt to no longer be a virgin. He responds better than he imagined while at the same time trying to push deeper.

I started to rag him, feeling this Brigham Young man gaucherie in and out of me. My tits bouncing as I fucked him faster until Brian grabbed them. He was not long, but he was hitting the decently spots, I was screaming as my orgasm built. Then he squeezed my boob hard and I feel him tense up up as he shoots a onus inside me. The feeling of his man seed shooting to where my womb used to be sends me over the edge, I came hard and loud.
I rode him until we were both spent. Brian was all smiles muttering it was worth every penny. With that I climbed off and started the search for my wearing apparel. The boy must hold put a lot in me because it felt like a river coming out. I have everything thrown on the bed before I get dressed and am still looking for my panties. Brian suddenly slaps my ass and when I look at him he is holding my panties and his wallet. He gives me the five hundred then asks if he can hold the panties. I smile, taking the money and tell him sure.
I get get dressed sans panties and open up the threshold to bequeath. As I walk back to my car with cum running down my thigh a young girl, maybe 15, opens the room access next to our room. She asks what all the randomness was about. I smile at her and tell her to knock on the door, I'm sure he will tell you. Then I leave.

When I get home Dylan and Zach are all grinning. As I hand them their cut and principal for the shower they tell me that word spreads fast. They already have a waiting list for my help and the price is going up. I sigh and agitate my ass at them while wondering what I got myself into .