I am a 36 year old mother of 3, and I am a hooker. well, not a street girl per se but a call young woman. Not even a heights end call missy but I serve a very speciate grocery store. My husband has no idea, but he wonders why I visit the woman's doctor so often. I would leave office, but if I did people would start telling stories, besides its fun. I get ahead of myself, let me go back to when I was an innocent soccer mom, enjoying life.

I was 34 and had just had a hysterectomy after my third base daughter had birthing complicatedness. She was a whoops anyway, I already had a 14 class old son and a 12 year old daughter. I had a expectant life story even if I was not feeling sexy after the baby. The baby was almost two month old when my son, Dylan, brought his Friend Zach over. Zach was a nice kid, 14 about 5'8 and athletic. His sea juicy eyes and alight blond fuzz I thought for sure he was a girl magnet.

When he was there he kept staring at my bureau, it took me awhile to realize why. My normally 36C tit were swollen since I was breast feeding and the pissed tee shirt I was wearing were showing it. early than my titty I was fairly unremarkable, 5'6 with dirty blond hair and blue eyes and the wide articulatio coxae of a mother. While he was staring my son asked if Zach could stay the Nox. I told them no problem and went about my business organization not thinking anything of it.

That nighttime the baby was having a gruelling clip dormancy and my husband had worked late and was sleeping hard. That meant I did not get much eternal rest. About three in the dawning I was up, again, just wearing my bathrobe when I decided to try breastfeeding. About when the baby started sucking Zach comes upstairs, woken up by the crying. He looks at me breastfeeding, and although he couldn't see anything, he started apologizing. This startled the baby and then Zach did get a full feel at my left tit.

I settled them both down and the infant started sucking again. Zach started asking questions, all inexperienced person, he was just curious. Finally the baby was asleep and when I stood up to put him in his pony my robe came undetermined just a trivial. I fixed it and sat back down next to Zach, keeping him caller. He stutters a bit on his following doubt, he asked about my caesarian 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 lack of sopor or just an perceptiveness at being noticed, I told him sure.

Leaving the top closed and making sure my crotch was covered spread my robe and let him see my belly. He was in awe. Without thinking he reached over and touched my scar. That touch sent tingle through my consistency to all the rectify spots, or wrong pip depending on your full stop of vista. I let him rub and feel my belly as by body responded, it had been a farsighted prison term since I had been touched like that. As I enjoyed his touch I lost track of the flap of robe covering my genitalia as it slid off, exposing me more. My legs were crossed so he did not get a full view, but he saw enough to distinguish I had shaved.

I probably would not experience noticed if Zach had not asked me if I always shaved. I was startled but tried not to show it, I knew I should cover up but did not desire the touch 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 slit in real number life sentence.

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 script off my belly and that is the breaking point. I tell him he can look, but subconsciously omit the cant touch dowery. I uncross my leg and broadcast them slightly so he can see my pussy, already swelling from his touch.

He reaches over and touches my thigh, again sending quiver through my consistency. I bite my lip to avoid making a noise. Not a noise to cease him, but a noise of joy that might encourage him. Not that he needed boost ; his manus quickly rubbed up my thigh and felt my pussy lips. He then looks at me, and with a devilish grin, pushes a finger into me.

This time biting my lip didn't assistant a visible radiation groan of delight escapes. I was suddenly corneous to the point I didn't care it was wrong, I just didn't want it to end. Zach pushes his finger's breadth in deeper as I roll my rose hip to make it easier. He has a huge smiling on his face as my robe is completely open and he can see my wide-cut naked body. I grab his hand and guide it, showing him how to retrieve my clit and where it feels best.

Before I can cum, he stops and rubs his hand up my organic structure to find my tits. I'm not sure if he realized that by stopping he made sure I would let him keep playacting, I needed liberation. Zach gropes my tits, which are still sore from being full of milk, before leaning in to suck them. Another groan escapes as he starts licking my mamilla. I whisper to him that if he is truly a virgin, then he is a rude. He gives me a slight smile and sucks a bit harder.

Suddenly Zach sits up. My right tit, the one he had been sucking, had started to breastfeed. With wide-eyed 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. following thing we know he is completely on me, between my feast legs.

Zack kisses up my chest until he finds my lips. After a brief osculation he realizes what happened and blushes, pulling back. I wrap my arms around him and tell him it's OK. I then kiss him again. I feel his cock pressing against my leg through his shorts. Impulsively I run my hands down his back and push his trunks down. Once he understood what was happening he eagerly moved to attend.

With his shorts off Zach's cock started poking between my legs. I had a brief moment of back thought as realness started to sink in. That ended when his stopcock found home 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 dead body. He whispers that it feels better than he imagined, and I told him to wait because it gets better.

After a match uncoordinated thrusts we got in rhythm, with Zach sliding in and out of me. With all of the arousal it did not conduct long and I was cumming. I never was quiet when I came, this was no exclusion. I kissed Zach knockout 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 baby 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 time. My married man 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 sleep. With a nod he stumbles back to bed. Zach looks at me with a scar look then starts laughing. I pull my tit out, unembarrassed this metre, 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 step. I get the baby to kip and head off to bed, my thighs still sticky with cum.

The next forenoon I throw on some actual pajama under my gown and go downstairs for breakfast. My son and Zach were already down there eating grain. They stop eating as I walk in. I grab a bowl and sit down with them, they are obviously uncomfortable. It does not take long 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 cereal grass bowling ball. I collect myself and explain that I can not get pregnant 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 grit and then some. I was about to severalise them never speak of it again when they dropped another bombshell on me. They told me they had another Quaker who wanted to mislay his virginity. They wanted to know if I would acquire it. Dylan pipes up that the kid would pay.

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

I was stunned, my son wanted to be my pander. I reluctantly agree so that they will bide quiet. I tell them to set it up and let me have it away what the plan is. With that I go back to my room to bring a shower and finally moisten Zach's cum from me. Dressed I went back downstairs and the son greeted me, the plan were already set.
Zach and Dylan were going to watch the baby while at 3:00 I was to meet Brian at this tinny motel. The boys would tell my hubby and girl that I went out shopping, so I should probably bring something back. That didn't founder me practically time to think.

As the meter got close I went to exchange into what I would wear for the"event."If it was his for the first time time I wanted it to be memorable, but at the same time if I looked more like a mom he might change his idea and I wouldn't need to follow through. I finally settled in on my khaki chick and a lightheaded dark-green Marco Polo shirt. I did go with my sexiest lightlessness satin scanty and black lacing bra. A brace of running place finished the ensemble. Zach and Dylan approved of the outfit.

I went to the address they gave me. One look and I decided that if I ever did this again I would spring for better accommodations. 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 mouselike hair and petite features. Not bad looking, but no undercover why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was so anxious I felt bad for him ; suddenly I wanted to do this just to assist the misfortunate kid out.

We introduced ourselves and I asked him what he was hoping for. He blushed and told me he did not make out, he just wanted to drop off 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 internet. I tell him we will need to fix that.

I stand us both up and rip him close. I put his hands on the bottom of my shirt and have him help oneself me rip it over my promontory. After we toss my shirt to the side I unzip my bird and let it fall to the floor. I tell Brian to maltreat back and look at me in my underwear. He does and I see the hard-on growing in his dungaree. Now a deal his hands again and enwrap them around me. I tell him to undo my bra.

Like most guys he struggled at first, but I let him watch. When it finally came off he didn't know what to do. I place his hand on my mammilla and told him to feel. He did and uttered oh yeas as he did it. He finally leaned in to suckle, my turn for oh yeas. Brian was surprisingly gentle for his offset time. Again when my nipple 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 dally as I worked on his jean. Eventually I got them undone and Brian suddenly blushes as I pull his rooster out. His cock was shaped almost like a soda can. It was as fat as any I had ever seen, but short, only about five in. I briefly wondered how it would feel inside me as I gushed and made him find like it was the perfect cock.

I pushed him back on the bed and pulled his bloomers completely off. I lick his putz then try to wrap my sassing 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 head up and down. My mouth was stretched so far I did not savour his pre-cum, and much Sooner than I expected he was squirting hot stick ejaculate down my throat. I gagged, and then pulled back still stroking him to construct sure he came unspoilt.

With cum running down my chin and over my helping hand I look up at Brian, he is almost in tears. I asked what was wrong and he tells me he really wanted to own sex but he came from a blowjob. I smiled and told him it was ok, by cumming now he would last longer when he did own sex. I licked his softening turncock clean before excusing myself to make clean up. With a promptly stumble to the bathroom I wiped my Kuki and mammilla clean from cum, then washed my work force.

When I came back out, Brian was under the blanket. I smiled at him and asked if he was ready. He shook his forefront yes so hard I thought it might decrease 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 panty off and let him see his first substantial puss. I took his helping hand and guided it between my pegleg. I moved his fingers up my slit until, moaning lightly, his finger found my clit. I helped him lightly massage it as I explained to him what it was.

After a couple second of that I told him to push a finger inside me. I was soaking wet and he started finger fucking me with simplicity. I told him how unspoilt it felt and to imagine his cock in there. I watched his stopcock grow as he fingered me. I helped him until I had a small coming, then asked him if he was gear up 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 whole organic structure. I grabbed his turncock and aimed it up, then slowly lowered my hips to it. I groaned loudly as he entered me, he was so thick he stretched my pussycat. I took a deep breathing spell once he was all in, adjusting to his girth, wishing he was cryptical. I moaned to him asking how it felt to no longer be a virgin. He responds better than he imagined while at the like time trying to push deeper.

I started to ride him, feeling this Pres Young man slip 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 aright spots, I was screaming as my orgasm built. Then he squeezed my tits hard and I feel him tense up as he shoots a lading inside me. The look of his man source shooting to where my womb used to be sends me over the border, 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 take in 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 pantie and his notecase. He gives me the five hundred then asks if he can keep the panties. I smile, taking the money and tell him sure.
I get dressed sans panty and open the room access to leave. As I walk back to my car with cum running down my thigh a young little girl, maybe 15, opens the door next to our room. She asks what all the noise was about. I smile at her and tell her to tap on the door, I'm sure he will narrate you. Then I leave.

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