Genesis of Two Escorts

Genesis of Two Escorts
by RLM

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Early Years: Third/Fourth Grades

I think it started when I was in the 3rd grade or maybe it was the fourth. It's hard to remember. Our school had a cafeteria for the students where we could buy a nutritious and tasty lunch for just 50 cents. The rest of the cost was provided by the city and state. Each day, my mother would give me 60 cents, 50 for the lunch and an extra dime to buy a snack in the afternoon. My only problem was that the snacks that I wanted usually cost 15 or 20 cents and I only had a dime.

One day just before our 10 AM English class was about to start, Johnny Baxter and I were talking. I remember that I was sitting sideways in my seat facing him. I hadn't paid any attention to the fact that my dress had pulled up my legs when I had turned toward Johnny, and he was now staring at them.

"I bet you're not wearing any panties under your dress," he whispered.

"I am too," I protested.

"Prove it," he challenged.

"Why should I? I don't care if you believe me or not."

"Oh, I believe you, Laura. I just wanted to see your panties. Will you show them to me?"

Instead of saying 'no', I heard myself responding, "What will you give me if I show you my panties?"

Johnny didn't know how to respond to that question, so he threw the question back at me. "What do you want?"

I needed more money to get the snack I wanted that afternoon, so I said, "Your lunch money."

He hesitated and finally said, "If I give you my lunch money, I wouldn't get anything to eat at lunch."

"So? Would you rather have something to eat or would you rather get to see my panties?"

"How long would let me look at them? Would you do anything else?"

"After the Mrs. Larsen's class, we can go out behind the gym. Everyone else will be in the lunch line. I'll pull up my dress and let you look at my panties until they sound the last bell to get in the lunch line. I'll turn around and let you see them from the back too."

"Will you lie down and spread your legs so I can see the crotch too?"

Now it was my turn to think. Finally, wanting the snack that afternoon, I agreed. "You have to give me your lunch money first," I demanded.

"How do I know you'll really do it?"

"Ok. Half now... the other half after I let you see my panties. If you don't give the other half, you'll never get to see my panties again, Johnny."

He gave the 25 cents and as soon as the noon bell sounded, we hurried outside and went behind the gym. Johnny sat on the ground so he would have a good view of my panties when I pulled up my dress. When I had my dress up, I remember being surprised at how interested he was. It didn't make any sense to me, but I was getting his lunch money, so I didn't care. I even spread my feet further apart so he could see the crotch better.

When I did that, Johnny began squeezing himself between the legs. I could see that his boy part seemed to be getting hard. I'd never seen one get hard and wondered what it looked like. I was almost tempted to let him keep the other 25 cents if he would show it to me, but I wanted the money more than I wanted to see his hard boy part.

"You said you'd lie down and spread your legs," he begged.

"Ok." I didn't see why not. He couldn't see any more with me lying down than he could see with me standing up. I lay down and moved my legs apart. Johnny got down on the ground and moved his head between my legs so he could see my panties up really close. He was now rubbing his hand over his boy part.

"Will you pull your panties down?" he asked.

"You got anymore money than your lunch money?"

"No. That's all."

"Then, I'm not pulling my panties down for you."

At that point, the last bell sounded, and I got up. Johnny gave me the other 25 cents, and I ran to the cafeteria to get my lunch. I looked back once and saw that he had taken out his boy part and was rubbing it, but it was too far away for me to see much.

After letting Johnny see my panties, he must have spread the word because suddenly I had offers from a lot of the boys in the class to give me their lunch money if I let them see my panties. I usually did it for two or three boys each day, so after having lunch and a nice snack in the afternoon, I was bringing home between $0.90 and $1.40 a day, which I hid in my room.

After a couple of months, I had over fifty dollars hidden in my room, and I was having a really nice snack every afternoon at school. Unfortunately, the boys were going home hungry because they weren't getting any lunch, and their mothers finally noticed how hungry they were at dinner time. I don't who it was that ratted on me, but someone did because several of the mothers came over to my house and told my parents that I had taking their son's lunch money to show them my panties.

For some reason which I never really understood, my parents were furious. I was given a hard spanking and grounded for a week. When my mother wanted to know what I had done with the money, I told her I had spent it on candy and snacks. That night, after my parents were asleep, I put my money in an empty coffee can I had found in the trash, wrapped the can in aluminum foil, and buried it under our house.

After I was back in bed, I remember wondering why my parents were so angry. I hadn't forced any of the boys to give me their lunch money, and I hadn't stolen it. They bought a look at my panties and I provided it. They got what they wanted, and I got what I wanted. What was wrong with that? I never did figure it out.
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Early Years: Seventh/Eight Grades:


After receiving a severe spanking for showing off my panties in exchange for lunch money, I stopped doing that, much to the disappointment of numerous boys in my class. For several months after my spanking, they continued to try to persuade me to pull up my dress for them, and some of the more aggressive boys made even more generous offers in an attempt to get me to pull down my panties while they watched. I rejected all their offers, but still didn't understand why they were willing to spend good money for something like that.

When I reached the seventh grade and the age of 13, my breasts, which would eventually become 34D's, started to develop. Given my reputation, the boys now began to make offers of $5 or even more if I would let them see my tits even though I still wore only an A-cup bra.

A year later when I was in the eighth grade, my bras now had B-cups and the offers from the boys rose along with my cup size. About this time, Beverly had a slumber party, and, as a result, I learned why the boys were so interested in me.

Beverly was 15 and in the ninth grade. At the time, I wondered why she had invited me since I was a full year younger than she and the other four girls she had invited to the party.

After we had had snacks and played some games, we all retired to the basement where Beverly's parents had spread out four mattresses with blankets and pillows for the six of us to sleep. Of course, there wasn't much sleeping... particularly since Beverly's parents had gone out for the evening and had told us they wouldn't be home until around midnight.

At first, we were all wearing short nightgowns and panties, but within 15 minutes, all the nightgowns were off. When I had been reluctant to remove mine, Beverly and Cora had just pulled it over my head leaving me in just my panties like the rest of the girls. Once the nightgowns were off, the teasing sex play started.

On the mattress just beside me, Cora and Evelyn were cuddling and cupping each other's tits. I was pleased that my B-cup breasts were as large or larger than those of the other older girls. It didn't take long for Cora to switch from stroking Evelyn's breasts and nipples to running her hand over her panties. Evelyn spread her legs wider, and Cora's hand immediately moved between the brunette's thighs.

For almost an hour as fingers moved over clits, all the other girls could talk about was boys and sex. More specifically, the talk was about who was still a virgin, who wasn't, and who did each of the girls want to fuck. It wasn't very long until I figured out why I had been invited. With my reputation, they were all dying of curiosity to find out which guys and how many had fucked me. When I told them that I was still a virgin, they didn't believe me.

"You're telling us that you've never been fucked, Laura?" Susan asked. Her tone of voice made it clear she didn't believe me.

"It's true. All I've ever done is let them see my panties and feel me up a little."

"Feel you up? What did you let them do?" Joanne asked excitedly.

"I've let a few guys feel my pussy through my panties and my breasts. One guy got his hand inside my panties but I stopped him pretty fast."

"You mean you let a guy put his hand on your panties... like this?" Her hand moved to the crotch of my panties. I tried to close my legs, but Joanne already had her hand firmly planted between my thighs. "And then he felt your pussy... like this?" Her hand moved sensuously up and down the length of my slit.

"Mmmmmmmm... "

"That feels good, doesn't it, Laura?"

"OOooohhhh... Mmmmmmm..." I moaned as her fingers moved over my clitoris.

"It feels even better when I go inside your panties and do it, doesn’t' it?" Joanne said as her fingers stroked my clitoris making it pulse harder and harder.

"OOohhhhhhhhh... OOohhhhhh," I groaned as my pelvis began thrusting against Joanne's hand.

"Wow! Look at her hump," Beverly hissed. "How often do you finger yourself, Laura?"

"Aahh... AAHH! AAHH!" I gasped while answering. "I never... aaahh... ooohhhh ... never... mmmmmm... aaahh... never have."

"I don't believe that," Susan said. "You're in the eighth grade, still a virgin, and never masturbated??"

"NNooooo... aaaah.... aaahhhhh... uuummmmmmmmmm.... I haven't," I groaned as my hips thrust even faster against Joanne's probing fingers.

"Pull her panties aside so we can see her clit throbbing," Cora hissed. Joanne followed directions, and I felt the cool air caressing my excited and throbbing clitoris.

"Wow! Look how swollen that clit is. Rub it harder, Joanne. Make her cum!"

"OH! OH! OH! OOOHHH GAWD! OOOWWWAAAHHHH! What's happening to meeee?"

"You're about to cum, Laura," Beverly said to me. "Stretch your legs out and arch your ass, Honey. Just let your clit explode... you're gonna love this!"

"Move out of the way, Joanne," Evelyn growled. "Let me get my mouth on her pussy. That'll make her go off like a cannon!"

As soon as Evelyn was between my legs with her mouth rammed against my pussy, I felt my clitoris being sucked between her lips into her mouth... then her tongue caressed all around my clit making it pulse and throb even harder.

When Evelyn increased the suction and started flicking her tongue right over the tip, my clit went into a hard spasm and then began to contract repeatedly as an intense orgasm convulsed my pussy. Very quickly, it ripped up into my belly causing the muscles to knot into rigid bands. My ass pumped so hard and uncontrollably on the mattress and my moans were so loud, the other girls all gathered around me to watch me cumming.

"Oh gawd! That was wonderful!" I moaned.

Rising up from my crotch, Evelyn grinned and said, "That was an orgasm, Laura. See what you've been missing."

"That's nothing," Susan informed me. "Wait until we put a vibrator on your pussy. You won't believe how good that feels. And having a boy's cock inside you, will feel even better."

"Does it feel that good to them too?" I asked.

"It must," Cora answered. "That's why they're all trying to get their cocks into any and every girl's pussy they can."

For the first time, I understood why they boys were willing to pay me to see my panties and tits. The only thing that still puzzled me was why they didn't ask if they could put their cocks into my pussy.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Beverly's groans from the mattress directly across from the one I was one. When I looked over, I saw that Cora had Beverly on her knees with her head on the mattress. She was plunging a clear plastic cylinder in and out of Beverly's ass. Every time it disappeared inside her, a deep groan erupted from her mouth. As I watched, I could see that she was thrusting her ass back against the plunging cylinder every time Cora drove it into her hole. I could also see that while she was pumping the shaft in and out of Beverly's ass, Cora's other hand was between the blonde's thighs stroking Beverly's clitoris.

"OOOHHH! DO IT TO MEEEEEEEEEE! RUB MEEEEEEE... I'M GONNA CUMMM!!"

I found myself getting excited again as I listened to Beverly groaning. "Is she cumming?" I asked.

"Yeah. She is," Joanne informed me. "Really hard. Would you like for me to do it you so you can see for yourself?"

"I don't know," I said fearfully. "It looks like it might hurt."

"Don't worry. After we lube you thoroughly, all you'll feel is a little discomfort at the start and then you won't be able to stop cumming."

"Mmmmmmm... sounds yummy," I moaned.

Beverly was groaning even louder as Joanne and Susan got me into position on my back. While Joanne was coating the dildo and my ass with astroglide, Susan began to lick and suck on my nipples while her fingers caressed my clit, which very quickly became erect and began to pulse.

"Ready?" Joanne asked.

"MMMMmmmmm," I moaned as my hips arched upward in response to Susan's manipulation of my clitoris.

"Raise your knees, Laura."

When I did, Susan sucked hard on my nipple bringing a hot moan of pleasure from me. Just as Joanne pushed the dildo into my ass, Cora rubbed Beverly's clit hard and fast causing it convulse. Susan trapped my clitoris between two of her fingers, squeezing and rubbing it at the same time. Beverly's moans of completion and my howls of pleasure mixed.

"UUnnngghhh... aaahhhhhhhh... cumming.... I'm fucking cumminggg!! GGGHHAAAa!!!" Beverly screamed as Cora drove the vibrator all the way into her convulsing rectum.

As Beverly screamed, Joanne began sinking the vibrator into my ass.

"AH! AH! AH! OOHHHH... Gawd! It's going innnnnnnnnnnn.... uunnnmmmmmmm... ooohhhhhh do it to meeeeeeeeee!"

Evelyn was now pressing the knob of a large vibrator against her pussy and clitoris as Beverly continued to moan as her pussy and clit throbbed. I hissed with hot pleasure as my vagina and clitoris pulsed and contracted each time the dildo filled my ass. Just as Beverly's cries ebbed, Evelyn's increased and mixed with mine.

After we had all gotten off, we pushed three of the mattresses together, piled up on some pillows, and started talking. This time, I took part.

"Have anyone here actually had sex with a boy?" I asked.

"Beverly has," two of the girls said at the same time, both giggling.

Turning toward Beverly, I asked, "What was it like? Did he make you cum? Did he cum? My mom told me that that's the way girls get pregnant. How did you keep from getting pregnant?" Every girl leaned forward waiting for Beverly's answers.

"It was exciting... really exciting. It hurt a little at first but after that, it was fantastic. I had several orgasms, but Mark only had two. He told me that guys can't cum nearly as many times as girls. At first, I didn't believe him. I thought he just didn't like me enough to get off more than twice, but since then I've found out it's really true. I feel a little sorry for guys, you know."

"Weren't you worried that you'd get pregnant?" Susan wanted to know.

"No, not really. He used a rubber. It's sort of a rubber sheathe that fits over his cock so his cum won't get inside your pussy."

For nearly a half hour, we asked Beverly every thing we could think of: What positions did they use? How many times did she get off? Did she tell her mom? Did he put his cock in her ass? Has she let Mark fuck her again since that first time?

"Of course, I didn't tell my mom. The first time, I think I came four times. We've done four other times, I usually get off five or six times now, but three times is the most Mark can manage."

After Beverly had described every thing to us, all of us told each other what boys we most like to be the first to fuck us. It was almost midnight when Beverly said, "We still haven't introduced Laura to the vibrator yet. Who wants to do the honors?"

Every girl wanted to be the one to do it to me, but they finally agreed that it should be Beverly since she was the most experienced. She had me put a pillow under my ass and spread my legs. When I was in position, she licked my pussy until I was moaning and thrusting against her mouth. Finally, she moved away saying, "I think you're ready, Laura. You're gonna love this!"

She straddled my hips and sat down on my belly facing my pussy. When she pressed the vibrator against my already swollen and very ready clitoris, I couldn't stop howling. Again and again, my vagina and clitoris convulsed in orgasm until it seemed to me like I was having near continuous climaxes.

After my third climax, Evelyn said, "Let me get her off once, Beverly."

Beverly moved aside making room for Evelyn to bend over me and work the vibrator over my throbbing clit and between my pussy lips. When I was again on the verge of another orgasm, Cora straddled my face and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. "Lick me while you cum, Laura. Make me cum too." I came twice before I got her off.



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Middle Years: High School


After that first slumber party, the six girls became fast friends with many more slumber parties and double dates following. At each party, Laura always lost count of the number of times she had cum on fingers, mouths, and vibrators. By the time the sixth such party had come and gone, she had gotten all five of her friends off on her fingers and tongue. She had also made all of them cum multiple times as she used a vibrator on their pussies and clits.

One by one, the pussies of each of Laura's five friends were nailed by a hard cock, usually belonging to a junior or senior boy. At the slumber party following each of these events, the girl who had just lost her virginity was always the center of attention as she described to her excited friends every detail of her deflowering. During these descriptions, the other girls had repeated, intense orgasms as fingers stroked and vibrators hummed on their clits. The girl who had just lost her virginity usually used a vibrator on her own pussy as she described all the deliciously wicked details.

"So when are you going to let a guy get into you, Laura, and lose your virginity?" Cora asked at one of their parties. "I can hardly believe that you're already a sophomore and still a virgin."

"Yeah, neither can I, particularly with those big tits of yours and your drop-dead gorgeous body," Joanne added. "I know for a fact that every junior and senior guy is dying to get his cock into your pussy."

"Really?" I replied, actually somewhat surprised with all the sexy-looking, older girls available.

"Yeah, really," Evelyn replied. "In fact, I've heard that there are two betting pools going. In one of them, anyone can bet on which guy will the one who pops your cherry first. The second one is for the guys only. Any guy can put up $25 betting that he will be the one who gets into you first... winner take all."

"I've heard the same thing," Beverly commented. "I've also heard that the first pool is really big now, and the second one is up around $300."

"How does the winner prove his claim?" I asked.

"Anyone of three ways," Beverly replied. "He can either produce your panties on which you've written in marking pen "So and so fucked me" over your signature, or he can produce a digital cell phone photograph of you naked with your freshly-fucked pussy on display, or you can go with him and confirm his claim when he makes it."

"So when do you plan on spreading your legs, Laura, and letting some lucky guy fuck you?" Susan asked.

"Probably pretty soon. Just as soon as I date a guy who really excites me."

"Are you taking the pill yet, or do you plan on having the guy wear a condom... or maybe just taking your chances on getting knocked up?"

"I talked to my mom last month, and she took me to see her gynecologist. I've been on the pill for a month now."

"A month and you still haven't been fucked? Wow!" Cora exclaimed. "How in hell can you resist one of those hot guys with a big, hard cock? Maybe we should get our own betting pool going," Joanne suggested.

"Great idea! How do we do it?" Evelyn asked.

"Simple. We each put up $10 and then write down a date and our name on a piece of paper and toss them all in a hat. When Laura tells us she's been fucked, the one who guesses the date the closest wins the $50. And we won't look at the guesses until her cherry is history."

Everyone agreed, and fifteen minutes later, there was a cookie jar sealed with tape over their signatures containing the $50 and the five slips of paper on which the girls had written their own estimates of when a hard cock would get into Laura's pussy.

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Diane Burton had just put the dinner on to cook when Laura came into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help, Mom?"

"You can set the table, Honey. But I thought you told me that you had a date tonight? Don't you need to get ready?"

"Stan's not picking me up until 8 PM, but he's coming by at 7:30 PM."

"Thirty minutes early? Why?"

"Well, this will be our third date, and he hasn't met either you or *** yet. He asked if it would be all right if he came over early so he could meet you. I told him Ok. Is that all right?"

"It's fine, Laura. In fact, I'm impressed. Is Stan in your class?"

"Oh no. He's a senior. He's also the starting halfback on the varsity football team."

"Sounds like he's quite a catch," Diane said smiling at me.

"He's a sexy stud, that's for sure, but not much in the brains department. However, he's got enough brains to run with the football and ... eh... other things." Now it was my turn to grin at my mom.

As soon as dinner was over, I hurried upstairs to get ready for my date with Stan. After bathing and doing my makeup, I selected a white push-up bra that just fitted beneath my tits pushing them up and out but not doing anything to cover them. I had considered wearing a mini-skirt, but decided on a white dress with a small blue belt instead. It fit tightly across my breasts and came to mid-thigh. I thought it was attractive and sexy, but not too slutty. Once I had it on, I slipped my feet into a pair of three-inch heels and was ready.

As soon as I came downstairs and mom saw me, she did a double take with her eyes locked on the imprint of my nipples against the tight bodice of the dress. "My god, Laura. You're not wearing a bra are you? That dress is so tight it outlines every curve of your breasts and nipples."

"I'm wearing a bra, Mom. Really, I am."

"I don't believe you. Unbutton your dress and show me, young lady! Right now!"

I unbuttoned the top four buttons and pulled the dress aside allowing my mother to see the push up bra I had on as well as my naked tits, which surged out of my open dress. "See, I told you that I was wearing a bra."

"So I see, but that's not exactly what a bra is supposed to do, is it? It's supposed to support and cover. All that push-up, demi-bra does is support and push your breasts up and out. They're already a C-cup. With that bra on, it looks like you have D or DD-cup, and your nipples may as well be naked."

"I know, Mom. That's the idea."

My mother studied me and my naked tits that were sticking out the top of my dress. When I started to close my dress, she shook her head. "No. Leave it open. You may as well. Everyone can see your tits anyway. Sit down. We need to talk."

I sat down and Mom pulled up a chair to sit directly in front of me. "Laura," she began, "you're dating a senior tonight. Not just any senior but a handsome, sexy football player who's probably had more than his share of girls. If you go out with him dressed like that, he's going to take advantage of you."

"Take advantage of me?"

"You know what I mean."

"What?"

"All right. If you go out with him dressed like that, he's going to fuck you... probably several times."

"How old were you, Mom, when you lost your virginity?" Suddenly, my mother's face flushed a bright red. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words emerged. "Come on, Mom. I'm not going to tell *** or anyone else. How old were you when you lost it?"

Finally, she grinned, shrugged, and said, "I was 16."

"I'm almost 17, Mom."

"I know."

"And I'm taking the pill. When you lost your virginity, I bet you weren't taking birth control pills, were you?"

"No. I wasn't. I gather that you're still a virgin, and you've decided that it's time to change that... right?"

"Yeah. And I thought it would be best if I did it with a senior who's already had sex with several girls and knows what he's doing. Besides, he's really hot and sexy. You'll see when he shows up."

"You know it will hurt, don't you?" When I nodded, she continued, "But if he knows what he doing, it won't hurt much and not for very long, and then it will feel just fantastic. Just relax and enjoy it, Honey. Is his cock big?"

"I've felt it on our last date. He's really thick ... maybe six or seven inches. I'm not sure about the length."

"If he's thick, Laura, it will hurt a little more but the pleasure afterwards will be even greater. Just move your hips so that his cock gives the maximum possible stimulation to your G-spot and clitoris."

"Mom, thank you! All my friends have had to sneak around and hide the fact that they had sex with their boyfriends. Having you for a mom makes it much better. Should I tell ***?"

"No. Let me do that. Fathers often have a problem with guys fucking their *********. Tell me, are you serious about Stan?"

"No... no way. He's just a sexy guy with a thick cock. I think he'll be good in bed, but that's my only interest in him. He's not the sharpest stick in the pack, if you know what I mean."

Mom grinned at me. I could tell that she had probably had the same thoughts about the guys who had fucked her when she was in high school. If I had any doubts, her next question removed them.

"I can see why you decided on the demi-bra. You didn't want to take any chances on Stan not being bright enough to figure out that you were ready for sex. Right?"

"Right. Sometimes guys can be very shy. I thought he might need some signals that I'm ready. Did you go without a bra when you decided to have sex for the first time, Mom?"

"I did and more."

"Panties?" When my mom grinned, I whispered, "You didn't wear any panties, did you?"

"No. I didn't. How about you? Are you wearing panties? If so, you might consider removing them before Stan arrives."

For an answer, I opened my legs so that Mom could see my naked pussy. She grinned at me sitting there with my tits out and naked pussy *******. "If Stan doesn't fuck you tonight, Honey. He's either gay or utterly stupid."

"Do you think he'll like my naked pussy, Mom?" I asked, obviously seeking a compliment and assurance. My mother did even better than I had hoped.

"No, Dear. I don't think Stan will like your naked pussy... I think he will go crazy over your naked cunt."

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When Stan arrived, I answered the door. As soon as he saw me, his eyes locked onto the thrusting mounds of my tits and then onto my clearly outlined, hard nipples. I, in turn, glanced at his crotch, which was getting bigger as his dick hardened.

"Wow, Laura. You look... fantastic! I love that dress."

"Good. I was hoping you would. Come on. My parents are waiting to meet you." I escorted Stan into the den where my parents were waiting.

"Stan, this is my mother. Mom, this is Stan, my date for this evening. And this is my ***, Mr. Burton. ***, this is Stan."

"Glad to meet you, Stan," my *** said as he extended his hand, which Stan shook with a firm grip. "Laura tells me your the starting varsity halfback. I can see why. You certainly have the build and body for it."

"Thank you, Sir. We've got a good line this year, and they're the ones that make my job easy."

"I see. You're modest too. I like that."

While the two men chatted, I noticed my mom was staring at Stan. She couldn't take her eyes off his bulging biceps or his powerful chest. In the tight sweater he wore, every rippling muscle was defined. When his back was toward her, I saw her eyes on his tight butt, his narrow waist, and his powerful thighs and legs. She even unconsciously licked her lips. The real clue, however, came when he turned toward her after *** excused himself to bring in some snacks and soft drinks.

"Mrs. Burton, Laura told me that her mom was even more beautiful than she was. Frankly, I didn't believe her for a second, but now that I've seen you, I'd say it was a dead tie."

My mother beamed and blushed... just slightly. I noticed that her breathing became a little faster... a little deeper as her nostrils flared. My *** and Stan, like all men, are oblivious to subtle signs like that, but it was obvious to me that my mom liked what she saw.

"You're not only modest, Stan, but you're also smart enough to say the only thing you could say with both me and Laura present. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Mrs. Baxter. My pleasure," he said with a smile as his eyes took in the large swell and cleavage of my mother's D-cup breasts.

As I watched, I saw Mom pull her shoulders back a little to thrust her breasts toward him as her eyes lowered to take in Stan's bulge, which was growing even larger. She actually licked her lips. "Please have a seat, Stan, " she said. After he sat down, my *** came in with the snacks and drinks. At that point, his cell phone rang, and after answering it, he excused himself to take the call in private.

With *** out of the room, Mom perched herself on the edge of desk and crossed her legs. Since she was sitting at a higher level than Stan, he had a great view. Stan's cock looked to me like it was now nearly fully erect. I had the feeling that if my *** had not been home, he would have fucked both my mom and me right there in the den.



"So where are you taking my ******** tonight, Stan?"

"There's some new movies showing. I thought we might check them out and then go out for a snack."

"That sounds like fun, but the lake is beautiful when there's a full moon like there is tonight. You should leave some time to check it out."

At that point, *** returned and mom got off the desk and served the snacks and drinks. Fifteen minutes later, we were in Stan's car. "Your mom is drop-dead gorgeous... just like you said. The two of you look a lot alike. I'm really glad I came early and got to meet your parents."

"I'll just bet you are," I replied with a grin.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you turned my mom on... just like you do me."

"You know, you can be pretty blunt at times, Laura, but I like that. I like that a lot. So, do you want to go to a movie or what?"

"I think I prefer the what," I said with what I hoped was a seductive smile.

"Me too. We could take a drive out to the lake like your mom suggested, or ... "

"Or?"

"Or, we could go to my house. My mom's out on a date tonight, and she told me we could use the house."

"Really? What about your ***?"

"Mom's divorced. *** hasn't been around for years."

"What time will your mom be getting back?"

"Sometime tomorrow probably. So... shall we head to my house?"

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"Oh fuck, Laura. Your tits are fantastic! How big are they?" Stan asked as he hefted both of my naked tits that were sticking out of the top of my dress. "That bra doesn't cover anything... it just pushes them up and out."

"That's the general idea, Lover. Suck my nipples, Baby. It really makes my pussy throb when my nipples are sucked hard. OOHHhhh... yesss! Like that, Stan. Suck them hard."

"Big fucking tits! I love sucking them," Stan moaned as his lips switched from my right breast to my left and then back again. "I can't wait to get your panties off and see your pussy."

"Sorry, Honey. You can't take off my panties."

"Wanna bet?"

"Yeah. $20 says you can't take off my panties."

"You're on! Before I'm finished sucking on your tits, you'll be begging me to take off your panties."

"MMMmmmmm... yesss... squeeze them harder, Honey... squeeze and suck... squeeze and suck meeeeeeeee! AAaahhhh... you have no idea how hot that's getting my pussy."

"I think you're more than ready to have your panties taken off, Baby." Stan's hand left my breast and moved under my short dress. When he encountered my wet and very naked cunt, he shouted, "Damn! You're not wearing any panties!"

Grinding my pussy against his probing hand, I hissed, "No... I'm not, and you owe me $20, Lover."

It didn't take Stan long to get me out of my dress. Once he had me naked, he put me on the bed on my back. Standing beside the bed, he removed his clothes while staring at my tits and my shaved pussy. "Oh shit... what a body you've got, Laura. I can't wait to fuck you."

"You know I'm a virgin, right?"

"Yeah... every guy knows, and every guy's been trying to change that."

"Once you've stick your big cock into me, you win the betting pool don't you?"

"You know about that?"

"Yeah, every girl knows. I want half."

"What??"

"You heard me. I want half or else we're done here, and we're on our way to the movies."

"You're serious?"

"Absolutely. How long do you think it will take me to find a guy who's willing to give me half of the betting pool in return for being the first to get his cock into me and also win half the pool for himself?"

"All right. Half. We split the pool right down the middle just like I'm going to split your hot cunt!"

"Oh Lover... that sounds like fun! I can't wait to feel that thick cock busting me open. Just remember... it's half plus the $20 you already owe. And by the way, if you stiff me, you'll never get into me again, and I'll spread the word that you couldn't get it up. So don't even think about it."

"You're a real ball buster, Laura."

"That's only fair, Honey. Don't you plan on busting my pussy open?"

"You're damn right I do! Now spread wide. I'm gonna suck you until you're begging me to fuck you."

"Oh no... anything but that... please don't suck me and make me cum and cum and cum." Stan pushed one of my legs up high in the air and rammed his head between my gaping thighs. I howled with pleasure when his mouth closed over my overheated, engorged clitoris.

It only took him a couple of minutes of tongue action on my throbbing clit to get me off. My vagina went into hard, spastic contractions when I came. I thought he would stop and mount me then, but I was deliciously wrong. He just pushed my legs even further apart and sucked my throbbing passion button into his mouth where he raked his tongue over it again and again. I came again with wild screams.

"Fuck me... please, Stan. Fuck me... Now. I need your cock in me.... I want it in meee!! Please!"

He lifted his head off my erupting cunt and growled, "I'll fuck you when I'm ready to fuck you, Laura. Now, shut up and pull your knees back against those huge tits!"

I jerked my legs back with my hands behind my knees and pressed them against my tits. The position lifted my hips and opened my cunt completely. His tongue swiped up the length of my sex trench... all the way from my anus up to my clit... again and again. At the same time, two fingers penetrated my ass. Juices squirted out of my erupting vagina as I surged into another orgasm.

Stan made me cum two or three more times until I was begging... just as he said I would be. "I can't stand it! Fuck me! Stop sucking me and fuck me.... PLEASE! AAAAHHH ... GAWD! I'M DYING... FUCK MEEEEEEE, YOU HOT BASTARD! Stick your cock up my cunt and bust me open... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Stan rose up and shoved my legs high in the air. I couldn't keep my ass still as he mounted me and adjusted his cock at the entrance to my cunt hole. "Ready?" he asked with a smirk of masculine satisfaction.

I didn't care. I had to have his cock. I needed his cock... in me... busting me open... fucking me. "Please. FUCK ME!" I screamed.

"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!! UUNNNGGGGHHHH! OOOHHHHHHH! GAWD! EASY... EASY... LOVER... AAHHHHHHHHH... FUCKKKKKKKKK! YOU'RE IN ME! I CAN FEEL YOUR BALLS AGAINST MY ASS...OOHHHHHH GOD... YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE!!!"



Once his cock was sunk all the way into my pussy, he stopped and allowed me to get used to his thickness. I couldn't stop moaning. When he finally began to fuck me with steady, hard thrusts, I couldn't stop screaming and cumming.

"GGGHHHAAAaaaaaaa... so good... so fucking good... oh god... why did I wait so long... fuck me, Stan. Fuck me hard.!

Again and again, I felt his thick shaft stretching my vagina open and filling it. With each thrust, his cock thudded hard against my womb sending shivers of female delight through my body. I came... then I came again... and again.

"I'm about to cum, Laura. Do I need to put on a condom?"

"Oh shit NO! Fuck your load into meeeeeeeee!" I screeched. "I'm on the pill... jizz me, Lover. Jizz my cunt! Give it to me!"

He grunted with hot, masculine pleasure. I felt the big cock grow even larger inside me. His thrusts were now driving my ass deep into the mattress on every stroke. He hoisted my leg up onto his shoulder and held me down on the bed with his hand on my stomach as he plowed into me. His cock began to throb... I knew he was about to cum and give my cunt its very first cum load. My clitoris throbbed as another climax surged through me.

"Shoot it. SHOOT IT INTO ME!" I howled as I felt his buttocks clench hard. The big cock jerked inside me... throbbed once... twice... and spewed stream after stream of hot semen into the bottom of my vagina. After his cock had throbbed several times, his strokes slowed and finally stopped. When he pulled out of me, I felt the semen running out of my pussy down the crack of my ass. I groaned with the sheer eroticism of the moment.


As Stan's load continued to seep from my freshly-fucked pussy, I gasped, "Get your cell phone, Stan. Hurry."

"Why?"

"So you can get a digital pic of my stretched pussy full of your load. Take one of me and then take another showing your cum load running out of my cunt. You need the proof that you fucked me to collect our betting pool. Remember. I get half."

Stan was off the bed in a flash. A moment later, he was aiming the camera between my legs. I spread even wider to give him a good view of my pussy and the load running out of it. The camera flashed several times before Stan was satisfied with the pics.

After we rested, I sucked Stan's cock until he was hard again. It only took a few minutes. Once he was rock-hard again, he showed me how to ride him reverse cowgirl. I loved it. I was total control and every time my ass rammed down on his rigid shaft, I could grind my clit hard against his pubic bone. When it was going in, I could adjust the angle just right for his cock to scrap deliciously over my G-spot. I couldn't stop cumming.

As our organs were grinding hotly together, Stan grunted, "Don't worry about ... ugh... ugh... ugh... about the pics, Laura. Aaaahhhhhh fuck... I love the way you pump your pussy on me. I promise I won't let anyone see them."

"Why? Don't you... aaahhhhhhh.... oohhhh god... fuck faster, Honey. I'm gonna cum again."

Stan rammed me like a wild stallion. I exploded and he shot his second load up my cunt. We collapsed together and didn't move for several minutes. When we did, I finished my sentence.

"Why? Don't you want your buddies to see how you fucked me? I bet they'd love to see how much you stretched my pussy and how much cum you shot into me."

"You want me to show them the pics??"

"Not unless they pay you $10 per pic. And I get half."

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After Stan won the betting pool of $480 and split it with me, I had $260 when he paid off the $20 bet he had lost. He also sold 27 guys copies of the two pics. The 54 copies brought in another $540 at $10 for each copy... so that gave me another $270. I was actually amazed that I had made $530 and had the most fun I had ever had.

I dated Stan a couple of more times after he took my virginity. The first time, we went to a movie and then out to the lake where he fucked me in the back seat of his car. The second date, we didn't bother with the movie. We took a picnic lunch to the lake, went swimming and then ate the food. After eating the food, Stan ate me to several orgasms and then fucked me on the blanket in broad daylight. It was so exciting, I came a dozen times.

After that third date, I was eager to try out some other guys. When I told him, he wasn't a happy camper, but he understood, but still complained.

"Now I'm going to have to find another sexy woman to fuck," he moaned.

"Don't give me that. As sexy and as handsome as you are, you're not going to have any problems finding another girl."

"Any suggestions?" he asked with a grin.

"Well, you've had half the girls in school or maybe even more than that. Why don't you try making it with an older, more experienced woman. I've been told that guys really like to screw married women. Have you had any married pussy?"

"No. As a matter of fact, I haven't. I wouldn't know who to approach, but it really is a hot idea."

"My mom was wildly turned on by you. Why don't you pay her a visit during the afternoon while my *** is at work. Or better yet, he's got a business trip planned next week from Wednesday to Saturday. Who knows? You might get lucky."

"Does your mom cheat on your ***?"

"I don't know, but my *** is gone a lot, and I've heard them arguing. I think he may have women on the side. Let me know if you're going to try your luck. I'll call and tell mom that I'll be home late so she won't be worried about my showing up at the wrong time."

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I really didn't think Stan would have the nerve to hit on my mom, but I had underestimated his high opinion of the sex appeal he believed he had for girls and women. Or maybe he had seen the way mom had responded to him when he had come to pick me up. In any case, he stopped me in the hallway a few days later.

"I just called your mom and told her that you left one of your school books in my car. I asked her if it would be Ok for me bring it over this afternoon. She said fine... actually she seemed pleased. Anyway, you told me you'd call and tell your mom that you'll be late getting home. Will you?"

"You're really going to hit on my mom?"

"Why not? The worst that can happen is that she asks me to leave."

"That's so sexy and hot," I whispered. "Ok. I'll call her right now."

Stan watched me with a big grin on his face as I speed dialed our home phone on my cell. "Hi Mom.... "No, I'm fine. No problem. I just called to let you know that we're having a special cheerleading practice after school today, and that it won't finish until late in the afternoon. So don't wait dinner on me. I'll grab a bite to eat before I come home. I should get home a little after 7 PM.... Ok. See you later. Bye."

I looked over at Stan and asked, "Ok. The ball's in your court, Stud."

"Give me one of your school books. I need to have something to return." He hurried off after I gave him my algebra text. Actually, I left school around noon after telling the Principal that I was having my period and had a splitting headache. Of course, I didn't tell either Stan or my mom that.

Our house has an upper-level deck that doubles as a deck and as a fire escape. Today, it was going to serve as a way into our house without having mom know I was home. The door connecting the deck to the extra bedroom is locked for security, but I have a key. It was around 12:30 PM when I unlocked the door and slipped unseen into our extra bedroom.

The second-level of our home has a loft that overlooks the den and the connecting kitchen. At 12:35 PM, I was safely hidden behind the couch in the loft with a book to keep me company until Stan arrived.

At first, I didn't see my mom. She wasn't upstairs, in the den, or in the kitchen, but her car was still in the driveway, so I knew she was home. Undoubtedly, she was in the master bedroom. I wondered if she was getting dressed for Stan's visit. The thought conjured up a lot of hot thoughts and brought a smile to my face.

It was almost 1 PM before I saw my mother enter the den from the direction of the master bedroom. I had been right, not only about where she was, but also about what she was doing. She was dressed hot... really hot... in a tight jean mini-skirt. When she leaned over to adjust the sofa cushions, I got a nice view of my mother’s ass. Her very abbreviated, black and white top ******* a lot of her large tits. It was held up by just two spaghetti-thin straps over her shoulders. I could see that she was wearing strapless CFM heels but no stockings. The bounce of her tits made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if she had on panties.

The front doorbell sounded a little after 1:30 PM. I put my book away, moved into a better position to see the den and the kitchen area, and waited with my fingers already moving slowly over my wet pussy and engorged clit.

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"Hi, Stan. It's nice to see you again. Come on in."

I could see my former boyfriend open his mouth to say something, but the words died on his lips when he saw how my mom was dressed. He couldn't take his eyes off her big tits. They were too far away for me to tell if he was getting hard, but I was pretty certain that he was. When mom turned and walked into the den, Stan followed, his eyes now locked onto her swinging ass. Even before they reached the den area, I could see the prominent bulge in Stan's pants. In fact, it was already so big that I figured he must have been at least partially hard before he had even rung the bell.

Mom turned to face Stan and started to say something, but like Stan, the words died on her lips as her eyes took in the large bulge in Stan's pants. She recovered quickly, however, and said, "It's nice of you to come all the way over here to return Laura's book. It wasn't necessary, but I'm glad you came. Would you like something to drink? Soda? Beer? Coffee?"

"A beer would be nice, Mrs. Burton."

"Call me Diane, Stan. I'm not all that much older than you are. I had Laura when I was 18. Come on into the kitchen and keep me company while I get us both a beer."

"You were only 18 when you had Laura?"

"Yeah. We didn't have birth control pills then, and of course, Phillip wanted to fuck me on every date back then. Eventually, I got pregnant, and we got married. I just wish he was still as anxious to get me in bed nowadays as he was then."

Stan had his back toward me, but I could see him arm moving as he squeezed his hard cock. Mom was looking in the fridge for the beer, and he was directly behind her staring at her sexy butt, which was almost uncovered by her short sheathe. His arm moved faster as he tried to tell if Mom was wearing panties. Neither of us could tell.

"That's amazing. As beautiful as you are, Diane, I'm surprised your husband ever gives you a moment's rest."

Mom looked over her shoulder and grinned. "With lines like that, Stan, I can see you've had a lot of experience with girls. Have you had much with women?"

"Unfortunately, none. I guess you could say I'm a virgin in that area."

Mom now looked over her shoulder again, but this time her grin had been replaced with interest... or desire. I couldn't tell which, but I was pretty certain it was desire. I hadn't heard my *** and mom having in sex in nearly a month.

"Well, let's see what we have in the way of beer. Wouldn't you know it... the beer's on the bottom shelf. It seems like every time I go to get some thing out of the fridge, it's always on the bottom shelf."

Mom bent over at the waist and her short skirt rode high on her hips ******** the bottom half of her buttocks. Her panties consisted of a white thong whose strap was sunk almost out of sight between the cheeks of her ass. "Ah yes! Just as I thought, Stan. We have several choices. There's Bud Light, Bud, Coors, Coors Light, and we also have two imported beers, Heineken Light and Bock."

All the time mom was talking, she stayed bent over with her ass not more than few feet away from Stan. His pants were now hugely tented. "See anything you like?" Mom asked.

"Absolutely," Stan growled as his hand covered my mom's ass and began to stroke it. She responded by looking back at him and grinning, but she stayed bent over and even moved her feet further apart.

"You like that?"

"Oh hell yes!"

"Still interested in a beer?"

"Forget the beer."

"No beer? So what do you want?"

"You. This," his hand moved more urgently between my mother's thighs.

"That's really tempting, but you're my ********'s boyfriend. I don't think I can do it with Laura's boyfriend."

"She broke up with me. Said she wanted to try out some other guys."

"Foolish girl," my mom said as she stood up. Stan didn't hesitate a moment. His arms circled mom's shoulders and captured her tits at the same time as his lips kissed her repeatedly on the neck. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed, and her lips pulled away from her teeth with the erotic sensations his lips and fingers were giving her. I could see her hips moving... thrusting and grinding.... against what I knew was Stan's iron-hard erection. She had pulled her sheathe upward and had her hand between her thighs stroking her pussy.

"OOOooohhh... that's feels delicious, Stan. Your cock feels like a steel rod against me."

"It'll feel even better when I fuck you with it."

"AAAaahhhhhhhhhh... yesssssssss! You're going to fuck me with it, aren't you?"

"Of course."

"Where?"

"In your hot pussy!"

"My cunt... call it my cunt!"

"In your hot cunt, Diane."

"AAAaahhhhhh... god ... so hard... so hot."

"In your mouth... deep in your throat."

"UUuummmmmm... My tits... take them out."

"In your ass... your sexy ass."

"OOoohhhh Gawd! I'm about to cum," my mother moaned now totally lost in helpless passion.

"Take them out like this?"

"Yessss.... suck them... SUCK MY NIPPLES!"

"Your tits are unbelievable.... big... firm... and your nipples are hard as rocks. Love sucking them... mmmmmmmmmm."

"AAahhhhh... yesss... suck them... suck meeee!"

I'm cumming... ooohhhhh fuckkk... I'M CUMMING!"

I pulled my skirt up around my waist and jerked my panties down my thighs at the same time as Stan hoisted my mom up onto the butcher block in the kitchen, shoved up her mini skirt, and pulled her thong down her thighs. My fingers were stroking my clitoris furiously when Stan got mom's thong down to her ankles and pushed her legs apart stretching the thong to near its bursting point.

Three of my fingers were plunging in and out of my pussy at the same time as my mother's ass was arching high off the block to take Stan's fingers deep inside her cunt. Her cries were loud and clear even as far away as I was.

"OOOOooooooooohhhh god! OOOOoooooooohhhhhh god! OOOOhhhhhhh god! UNGGHH! UNGGHH! Do it to me, Stan."

Mom's cries became even louder and more frequent when Stan pushed her onto her back, stripped off her thong, and shoved her legs up into the air. With her panties gone, the hot stud had no problems spreading mom’s legs. His head moved between her thighs and his month onto her throbbing cunt. Diane held one leg high in the air as she supported herself on one arm and watched her young lover attack her waiting pussy and clit.

I now had both hands buried in my own convulsing pussy. One hand worked on my hard, pulsing clitoris while the fingers of my other hand plunged in and out of my hot hole rubbing my G-spot on every stroke. My mother's wild cries echoed throughout the house as Stan brought her off again and again. Her tits were heaving with excitement as the orgasms exploded inside her vagina and forced her clitoris into near continuous climaxes.

I had to bite my lip to keep from shrieking at the top of my lungs as I came. The intense orgasm surged through my pussy and convulsed my clit. As the spasms continued, I wanted to scream at Stan to mount my mom... to ram his big cock up her cunt... to fuck the shit out of her and pump her full of cum, but somehow, I managed to keep quiet.

After my orgasm ebbed, I leaned back against the back of the couch and tried to catch my breath. My pussy was a sodden mess from the hot secretions that had poured forth when I had come. I was still breathing hard when I heard my mom screeching and howling. It sounded like she was being tortured, but I knew she was wailing like that because Stan had shoved his cock up her cunt.

When I again looked down into the den/kitchen area, I saw that Stan now had mom on her back on the large couch in the den. Her legs were high in the air with her heels pointing at the ceiling. Stan was between her legs fucking her with hard, fast strokes that brought groans of female pleasure from my mom's mouth. I couldn't tell at first whether Stan had his cock in her pussy or in her ass.

It only took Stan a few minutes to make my mother cum again. When she did, she pulled his face closer to hers and said something to him. He nodded and his ass went into overdrive. Mom grunted and began to spew a stream of four-letter words at him. Her shrieks of pleasure were punctuated by the thud of Stan’s cock into the bottom of her cunt. Her tits bounced wildly every time he hammered it against her womb.

"Oh shit... fuck my cunt hole... stick that cock in me... fuck me like a slut. Ram it in, Stud. Hard. OOOHHHH.... god... I'm ... gonna .... cummm.... fuck it.... FFUCCCKKKK ITT!' AAAHHHHHHHHHHH... CUMMING... OOHHHHH GOD, I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

I had my second orgasm when mom was riding Stan's cock cowgirl and I had a great view of his cock plunging in and out of her cunt. She grunted every time he pulled her hips downward as he drove his sex spear upward into her.

"Oh Baby. I'm about to shoot in you again," Stan groaned.

"Do it! Pump me full, Stud."



Before Stan had finished emptying his load inside my mom's pussy, it was already running out coating his cock and his balls. When he pulled his dick out of mom's pussy, the thick white load gushed out and ran down her ass crack in a river of semen.

After they had both cum, Diane got them both a bottle of beer from the fridge. It gave me a really strange feeling to see my mother and former boyfriend both sitting around the kitchen table, both naked, drinking beer and chatting about the great sex they had just had.

When Stan had finished his beer, mom asked, "Want another, Honey?"

"No, but I want another helping of your hot pussy, Diane."

"You can have as much as you want, Stan. Anytime. Phil doesn't get home until nearly 6 PM. Today, Laura has late cheerleading practice and won't be home until after 6 PM. Usually she's home before 5:00. So, during the week before 5 PM, you can fuck me anytime you want. On the weekends, we'll have to meet some other place... that is, if you still want to fuck me."

"I don't think I could ever get tired of fucking you, Diane. You're the hottest woman I've ever been with."

"Even hotter than Laura?"

"Yeah... hotter than Laura. But as soon as she gets older and more experienced, the two of you are probably going to be in a dead tie for the hottest pussy in the state."

"Why don't we take this to my bedroom. Wouldn't you like fucking me in the same bed my husband uses when he finally decides to screw me?"

"Oh hell yes! Diane... do you think we could... eh... "

My mother laughed. "Cat got your tongue, Lover? Let me guess. You want to fuck my ass... right?"

"Yeah. Can I?"

"I cleaned and lubed it for you. But you've got a big cock... so you have to go slow until you're all the way into me... and then fuck me gently until I'm fully stretched. Ok? After that, you can pound me like a hot stallion, Honey."

After they had gone into the master bedroom, I pulled up my panties and rearranged my clothes. I had just started to leave when I heard my mother groaning loudly in the master bedroom. Stan was fucking her so hard, I could hear the slapping of their bodies together as well as mom's screams. It was so hot listening to her getting fucked, I just had to see how Stan was giving it to her now. Even though it was risky, I tiptoed down the stairs and carefully approached the open doorway to the master bedroom.

Stan had mom bent over on her knees. He was behind her and driving his dick balls deep in and out of her asshole. Every single time it sank out of sight, she hissed loudly and then grunted when she felt his balls slapping against her pussy. I couldn't resist sliding my hand inside my panties again.

Suddenly, Mom screamed, "NO! Please. Don't take it out! Fuck it back into me! Please. I'm about to cum."

"You really want it back inside your hot ass, Diane?"

"You bastard! You know I want it. Fuck me. Hard. In my ass. I'm almost there. OOOHHH damn you! Fuck it back into me!"

Slowly... ever so slowly... Stan pushed his cock back into mom's widely stretched asshole. She moaned as it stretched her open again and filled her ass. I could see her hand between her thighs where it was frantically rubbing her clit as Stan began pumping her hard once again. I came at almost the same time as Mom. It took Stan a little longer and when he finally did shoot off, Mom came again."

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Over the next six months, I dated a dozen different guys, each several times, and fucked all of them. Stan was visiting Mom almost every afternoon while *** was at work. I spied on them several more times and always got off three or four times when I did.

One afternoon, I waited outside our house until Stan left around 4:00 PM. As soon as his car pulled away, I entered our house knowing that Mom wouldn't have had time to clean up. I found her still lying in bed, naked with her legs spread wide open and Stan's semen seeping out of her freshly fucked pussy. The bed was a total wreck, and the room was filled with the musky aroma of sex.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry, Laura. You weren't supposed to come home this early."

"Actually, I got home about thirty minutes ago, but I didn't want to interrupt your fun. So I waited outside until Stan left. But don't worry, Mom. I'm not going to tell ***. I think it's just incredibly hot."

"You're not angry with me for fucking your boyfriend?"

"Stan and I haven't been going together for six months or so, Mom. I wanted to sample some other guys, and he was more interested in getting into you than he was in screwing me anyway."

"I need to get cleaned up before Phil comes home. I doubt that he would be as understanding as you are. By a dear, Laura, and change the sheets while I shower. When you're done, come on into the bathroom so we can chat."

When my mom walked past me, I could easily smell the sexy aroma of her freshly-fucked cunt. When I told her that, she just shrugged. "Since Stan's been screwing me for the last two hours and put two of his loads into my pussy and another one inside my ass, that's hardly surprising. What do you think you smell like when you come home from one of your dates, Honey?"

"Really? I didn't realize that. In fact, I didn't smell anything."

"That's because the sense of smell weakens quickly. I don't detect the aroma of sex in the room either, but you do because you just came in. Let that be a lesson to you, Laura."

"What lesson?"

"After you've been laid, you can't detect the sexy aroma of your body, but every guy who comes near you can. You're effectively sending off signals that you've just been laid and are available for more sexy fun."

"I've noticed that guys tend to gather around me when my date takes me someplace after fucking me. I never realized."

"But they did, Honey. They did." Mom stepped into the shower and as the water cascaded over her voluptuous body, she asked, "How many guys have you fucked so far, Laura?"

"Thirteen, counting Stan. So far, he's one of the best... him and Carl. Are you seeing anyone besides Stan?"

"Just one other guy... one of Phil's friends... plus a few one-afternoon stands with some guy who happens to excite me."

"What if *** finds out?"

"Then he can either accept it or we can get a divorce. After all, your father has been screwing five or six different women regularly when he's out of town, and when he's here, he's banging his secretary almost everyday. But, it's been over a month since we've had sex."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I hired a private detective agency to shadow him and get the proof. If and when he wants a divorce, I have all the evidence I need to get a fair settlement."

"I'm not sure I ever want to get married, Mom. Is that weird?"

"I don't think so. Some women are just better off being single."

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After High School:


Just before I finished high school, my mom and *** got a divorce. It really wasn't unexpected to anyone... in fact, they probably should have done it two years earlier, but *** didn't want to split all their financial holdings and Mom didn't want the hassle.

If *** hadn't come home a full day early from an out-of-town business trip without calling my Mom, they might still be married. As it was, he caught Mom in bed with Barry, a young black guy she had been seeing for a few weeks. She told me that when *** had come into the bedroom, she had been on top of Barry riding his cock. Her ass was facing the doorway so *** had a perfect view of the thick, black cock pumping in and out of his wife's cunt.

If Mom had cried and begged *** for forgiveness, I'm pretty certain that he would have caved, and they'd still be married. But my mother wasn't in any mood to cry and beg for forgiveness since *** had been screwing around on her with half a dozen or more women for at least two years. So instead of crying and begging, Mom started ramming her pussy up and down on Barry's cock even faster while screaming at him to fuck her harder. Then she turned to *** and told him to either watch and jack off or leave.

She told me later that my *** just stood there with his mouth open and finally screamed, "You're not even going to stop?? You're just going to keep riding that guy even with me in the room??!!"

My Mom answered that by saying, "Shut up, Phil! You've been so busy fucking all your sluts you haven't screwed me in over a month. Now I'm about to cum, and Barry's about to shoot another load into me... so either leave or keep quiet while this hot stud fucks me! Come on, Barry. Forget him! Pound that big cock up my cunt, Lover, and fill it full of your hot cum load!"


Mom said *** ran from the room screaming while they both ignored him and continued fucking for another hour. *** got a lawyer and was going divorce my mom and cut her off without a penny, but when his lawyer informed him of my mother's video and audio evidence of all his playing around, they ended up splitting every thing right down the middle. *** kept the house, and Mom got the lion's share of the savings and checking accounts. She also got a nice alimony payment each month. Since I was nearly 18, there was no custody battle and no child support.

I had no desire to go to college after finishing high school. In any case, my grades weren't good enough to get into a decent college. Consequently, I started looking for a job. At first, I worked at several minimum-wage jobs, but they were all so boring and repetitive, that I quickly lost interest and quit. Finally, I saw a classified ad for dancers. That sounded interesting, hot, and probably lucrative, all at the same time. Naturally, I applied.

For my interview, I wore a tight, low-cut top that ******* almost half of my tits, a micro-mini skirt with nearly transparent violet panties, and a pair of strapless heels. My top didn't even cover all of my bra. When I entered the strip bar, the woman behind the cash register took one look at me and said, "Looks like you here to apply for a job as a dancer. Right?"

"Yeah. Who should I see?"

"Alan does the interviews. You know what this job requires, Honey?"

"The ad said dancing."

"It did... dancing and stripping. After 10 PM, the dancers finish their routines in just their heels or heels and stockings. You dance, you strip, you spread wide and show it off to the customers... up close. When your set is done, you wait tables in a string bikini and heels and take turns with the other dancers giving lap dances... sometimes in the lap dance area... other times in one of the private rooms. Still interested?"

"What's the job pay?"

"Depends on what you're willing to do, Honey. Should I tell Alan you want an interview?"

"Sure... why not?"

"Well for one thing, Alan's going to have you strip, then he'll take pics of you naked and fuck you. And after he fucks you, he still might not give you the job. Job or no job... you're gonna be fucked, Honey. Still interested?"

"Yeah."

I had expected Alan to be some overweight slob, but he turned out to be a nice-looking, rather young guy. "Hi. I'm Laura," I said after the cashier had shown me into his office. "I read an ad that you're looking for dancers. I'm interested."

"Good. The job pays minimum wage, no benefits, but you get to keep all your tips and half of the price for a lap dance, and whether or not you report the tips and lap dance money is your business. If you're good and show the customers a good time, the tips will dwarf the salary. Ok?"

"Could you give me an estimate of how much I might make in tips?"

"The average dancer makes about $300 a night not counting her salary... the most popular one probably rakes in twice that."

"Well, that works for me," I said trying to conceal my excitement.

"Fine... now we need to see if I'm satisfied. Did you finish high school?" I nodded and Alan asked, "Good. Have you had a lot of sex? Several boyfriends? Did you party with more than one guy?"

"I've had a lot of sex with 14 different guys, but no multiple partners... at least not at the same time."

"You on the pill?" When I again nodded, he said, "Ok, but if you ball anyone out in the parking lot... it has to be outside the club itself... you have to make the guy wear a condom anyway. That's one of our rules. If you meet a guy after work, what you do is your business. Now, let's see what you've got. By the way, I like the outfit. Always come to work wearing something hot like that. Spread your legs... Show me the panties, Laura."

It flashed through my mind to tell him that I charge $0.50 to show guys my panties. The thought made me giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. This what you have in mind?" I opened my legs fully and arched my ass slightly to give Alan a good view.

"Yeah. Hot. Very hot. I can see that you're panties are wet. That's good. The customers like that." Alan moved even closer, inhaled deeply, and grinned. "Damn if I can't smell the aroma of your cunt, Laura. You're already getting me hard, Baby. Stand up. Show me the ass."

I stood up as ordered, turned around, and pulled my short skirt up around my waist. After bending over slightly, I thrust my ass back in Alan's direction and moved my feel further apart. With the ass strap of my panties sunk between my buttocks, I knew my entire ass was display to him.

"What an ass!" Alan exclaimed. "Has it been fucked much?"

"Quite a bit. I like anal sex so I never turn a guy down when he indicates an interest in getting into my ass."

"How many cocks have been it?"

"Nine, I think."

"Do you always cum when a guy fucks your ass?"

"Always... usually several times."

"You know if you work as a dancer here, you're going to be showing off that hot ass a lot. More than half the customers are going to want to get into it."

"MMmmmm... sounds hot. Does that include you?"

"Oh hell yes. Love screwing ass. Show me the tits, Laura."

"Thought you'd never ask, Honey." I smiled at Alan as I pulled down my top and my bra. As soon as my bra was down, both of my tits surged outward. I cupped them for Alan's viewing pleasure.

"Oh fuck! What a rack!" Alan was now stroking himself steadily.

"Get on the couch, Laura. Steeple one knee and spread wide open for me, you hot slut. And get those panties aside so I can see the cunt."

After taking a seat, I planted one of my heels in the seat of the couch, spread my other leg far to the left, and jerked the crotch of my panties away from my soaked pussy.

"Like my cunt, Honey? Do you think the customers will want to fuck it?"

"Do bears live in the forest? Use your fingers, Laura, and spread your pussy lips. Show me your hot fuck hole."

"See how wet my fuck hole is, Alan? It's always gets this wet when I strip and show off to a man."

"You're going to need to be wet, Baby, if you dance here. Now, pull down the panties, turn around, bend over, and show me both fuck holes. Pull you ass cheeks apart so I can get a good look."

"Yes Sir," I replied. I first turned my back toward Alan, then bent over, and finally, seductively lowered my panties to mid-thigh. Reaching back, I opened my ass cheeks. I heard the masculine groan of pleasure as Alan stared at my two female holes. I knew he want to stick his cock into both of them.

"Fantastic! I'm going to fuck you now, Laura. I still may not offer you a job, but I'm going to fuck those hot holes anyway." I leaned back on the couch with my legs spread watching as he stripped. When he dropped his pants, I could see that he was really well hung with very thick six and a half to seven inch cock.

"Oh god. You're cock is so fucking thick!" I moaned. "I don't think I can even get my hand around it."

Alan moved closer until his big dick was right in front of my face. "Why don't you see if you can get your hand around it, Laura... and while you're at it... SUCK ME!" It wasn't a request... at least not if I wanted the job.

Circling my fingers around the base of Alan's shaft, I quickly found out that I had been correct... there was no way I could get my fingers all the way around it. I had to stretch my mouth as wide as I could to get the big mushroom head inside. I took it deeper and deeper until my lips were wrapped firmly around the base of his large shaft.

“Jezzz! You hot suck slut! You’re taking it all. It’s all the way down your fucking throat. Keep sucking, Bitch. TAKE IT ALL!:

I did… again and again. Alan let me suck and lick his shaft until his rod was beginning to jerk and pulse. I was very close to orgasm. "You can shoot in my mouth if you want to, Honey," I said and then immediately took his sex spike back inside my mouth.

"I know I can shoot off in your mouth, Bitch. I can shoot in you anywhere I like... anytime I like... right?"

"MMMmmmmmm."

"Well, answer me, Bitch!"

I pulled my mouth off his cock and groaned, "Yesss... anytime... any hole... you can jizz me whenever you want to cum... and you don't need to use a condom."

"Ok. I'm going to lie on the couch, and you're going to fuck your hot cunt on my dick, Laura." When Alan reclined on the couch, his cock was so fucking hard, it stood at rigid attention, jerking and pulsing, as if it knew it was about to get inside a hot cunt.

I mounted the couch, straddled his hips, and lowered my pussy onto the big cockhead. "OOOHHHH... god... big... so fucking big!" I grunted as I forced my ass downward. The cock split my pussy and my labia spread around the big head. I pushed harder and the head sank out of sight. "UUNNGGHHH!! So fucking damn thick!"

It took me the better part of a minute to work the cock all the way into my vagina. Once he was fully seated inside me, Alan began thrusting up into me with hard, fast strokes that sent the big head thudding into the bottom of my cunt.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! AAAHHHHHHHHHH GOD... YES!! FUCK IT INNNNNNNNNN!!"

Again and again, Alan plowed my hole with this shaft until I was fully stretched and he was driving in deep.

Alan had great control. He fucked me furiously for 15 minutes bringing me to two hot, intense orgasms, but he still held his load back.

"Oh god, you're good... so damn good! You're gonna make me cum again, you hot bastard," I hissed as my pussy throbbed uncontrollably around the thick shaft pounding back and forth between my gaping thighs.

"Ohhhh God! NOW! FUCK ME HARDER! FASTER!! I'M CUMMINGGG!! FUCKKKKK MY CUNT, STUD!"

"Hot Bitch! Luscious cunt hole slut!" he grunted as he continued to jack hammer my pussy.

"OOhhh... I'm still cumming... can't stop... can't stop... cumming... aaahhhhhh. never came like this before.... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee... please don't stop... keep fucking meeeeee!"

"On your back, Slut. Gonna mount you and pump your cunt full of my load. GET ON YOUR BACK! NOW!"

Raising up off the thick shaft, I fell backwards onto the couch. Alan jerked my legs apart and shoved them up and back opening my cunt completely. Moving between my thighs, he aligned his sex gun with my gaping opening and grunted, "Ready, Bitch? Ready for cock?"

"Stick it in meeeeeeeee!" I wailed.

The cock entered causing me to screech with the hot sensation of having that thick dick stretch me open. After one stroke, Alan pulled it out. I could feel my pussy gaping open and throbbing with anticipation.

"NOOoooooo... put it back into meeeeeeeee," I howled.

"Like this?" Alan drove his cock back inside my pussy causing me to moan with sheer delight. Again, he withdrew, and I cried out in response. "I'm going to fuck it in now... and shoot a load up your cunt, Baby. I hope you didn't forget to take your pill this morning... if you did... tough shit! The load's going in anyway."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum in my cunt, Alan. Shoot it into me!"

He did. In fact, he screwed me twice more before telling me I had the job. The last time he fucked me in my ass. His thick shaft really stretched me wide, and he had to spend several minutes working back and forth inside me before he had sufficiently spread that he could ram his full length into my colon. After 10 minutes he was machine gunning his cock in and out of my ass like a battering ram. I came four times before he pumped his load into me.


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For the next two months, I worked the strip bar five or six days a week, dancing, stripping, waiting tables, letting guys cop feels of my ass and tits, and giving lap dances. I made most of my money lap dancing. Although the club had a "no hands/no fucking" rule for the lap dances, I usually managed to get the guys off and often got off myself.

At the start of my third month at the strip bar, two very well-dressed men came in around 9 PM or so. They were both dressed in what looked to me to be $700 or $800 suits, silk ties, and expensive shoes. Unlike the rest of the crowd, they didn't sit next to the runway to get the best view of the dancers as they stripped, nor did they tip the dancers to show them more. They also ordered expensive scotch rather than beer.

Several of the girls tried to interest them in a lap dance without success. After my set on stage was done, I was waiting tables, when I noticed one of the men motioning to me. Hurrying over to see what they needed, I was surprised when they asked me to sit down at their table.

"Alan, says your Laura, Laura Burton. Is that right?" one of them asked.

"Yeah. Can I get you anything?"

"I think so. I'm Clark. My friend here is Grant. We asked you to come over because it's our opinion that you're the most attractive woman in the club. We've seen your strip routine... very sensuous... very erotic. We're both impressed."

"Thank you," I replied still not certain where the conversation was going.

"The only thing we haven't seen that's available is your skill at lap dancing. Are you available to give one to Grant?"

"Of course, but what about you? Aren't you interested? I can do both of you. No problem."

"Oh I'm interested, but we can find out what we want to know with just one. We flipped a coin. Grant won." Clark smiled when he said it. "However, I would like to watch, if you don't mind."

"No problem. Do you prefer the lap dance area in the back of the club or one of the private rooms?"

"A private room, please. We've already reserved Room Two with Alan."

I nodded at the two men and led the way down the corridor to the private rooms. The door to Room Two was open. We entered, and I locked the down behind us. The chairs used for lap dances had no arms as they would get in the way. The chair backs and seats were padded for comfort. Each room had two chairs. Clark sat down on the couch to watch.

"Grant, I suggest you remove your expensive pants, otherwise you'll have to have them cleaned, and they might stain. Besides, I'm sure you'll enjoy it more with your pants off."

"I fully agree, Laura." He carefully removed and folded his pants. As soon as they were off, I couldn't suppress my gasp when I saw the monster bulge his fully erect cock made in his jockey briefs. His cock was so big that the briefs couldn't contain its full length. At least three inches of hard man meat pushed out the top.

"My god! You're fucking huge, Grant. It's just beautiful. WOW!"

"I'm glad you're as excited by my body as I am by yours, Laura. What about my briefs. Can I take them off? I don't want to break any of the club's rules."

"You get a choice... your cock can be bare or my pussy can be... but not both. Which to you prefer... your cock naked or my cunt naked?" When he hesitated over the decision, I helped him out. "All I'm wearing is a thong. It generally gets sort of moved aside during a lap dance. So, if I were you, I choose to have my cock bare."

"You just convinced me," Grant said with a smile. He lowered his briefs, and again, I gasped. It had to be 9 or 10 inches in length and almost as thick as Alan's weapon.

A minute or so later, I had him seated in the chair. Before I mounted him, I adjusted his penis so that it was aligned along the length of his body. In that position, I knew that it would fit nicely into my slit, particularly if my thong should slide to one side.

Standing in front of him, I reached up and slowly pulled the top of my dress down baring both of my 34D tits. The nipples were already rock hard. "You know the rules, Honey. You can play with my tits or suck them, but your hands have to stay above my waist."

When I dropped my skirt to the floor leaving me in only my black thong, thigh-high stockings, and heels, it was Grant's turn to gasp. "Oh fuck, Laura. You look delicious. Hurry, Baby. Get on me before I explode."

Straddling his legs, I lowered my cunt onto his bulge. He groaned and thrust upward. Leaning forward, I cupped my tits and fed them into his mouth. He replaced my hands with his own and sucked one nipple hard into his mouth. He sucked so hard, I could feel my cunt throb in response.

Working my hips around, I got the length of his cock aligned with my wet slit. I let my weight bring me into hard contact with its huge length. With nothing separating his stiff meat from my thong-covered cunt, his thick dick had no problems sinking into my slit. Slowly, I began to grind my hips on him. Almost immediately, my thong was pushed to one side allowing the naked shaft of his cock to slide back and forth within my soaked sex trench. The pressure on my clitoris was immense. Within a minute, I knew Grant was going to make me cum.

His mouth alternated from one of my nipples to the other until both were red and swollen. Grinding down on his erection harder and harder, I began to whisper in his ear:

"Ooohhh yeah, Baby. I can feel that big hard fuck stick grinding on my clit. OOOohhhhhh fuckk... you're gonna make me cum..Ahhh.. Ahhh...Ahhh.. Ungh ..ungh..ungh... grind it into me...yessss....like that... Squeeze my big tits harder...oohhh fuckkk... you can go ahead and shoot your cum, Honey.... I'm on the pill so it doesn't matter if some of your load gets into my cunt."

The hot words were driving Grant crazy. His hips worked his thick shaft back and forth. I was so wet now that it slid smoothly between my pussy lips over the opening to my cunt continuously grinding against my now erupting clitoris. He squeezed my tits so hard, fuck signals were shooting to my cunt. My hips responded by humping against his cock as hard as I could. My clit exploded.

"OOHHHHH FUCKKKKK... I'M CUMMINGGGGGG... UUUGGHHHHHHHHH..." I screamed.

"Meeee tooo...", came Grant's tortured reply.

The cock encased between my vaginal lips throbbed and jerked again and again as jet after jet of cum was shot into my slit covering my clit, my pubic mound, and my cunt hole. My pussy throbbed right along with his cock. Finally, his spasms ebbed and his cock became still. My pussy still pulsed slowly.

I dismounted and noted with pleasure the huge cum load that covered my thong, mound, clitoris, and which was now seeping down my thighs in thick, white streams. It had only taken me 10 minutes for us both to get off on each other's hot bodies.

"Damn, Clark. She's hot as fire. You need to try her out too," Grant urged his friend.

"I intend to, believe me... I intend to."

Turning to Clark, I asked, "Would you like a lap dance like the one I just gave Grant?"

"Not today. Right now, I would much prefer you to come over here and suck my cock until I shoot my load down your throat."

As I approached, he unzipped his pants and extracted a nice-sized cock but not one that was in Grant's league. When I was in front of him, Clark thrust his rigid hard-on toward me. "Bend over and suck it, Laura," he ordered. I followed instructions.

Once Clark had his cock buried in my throat, he took hold of my hair and began to mouth fuck me with hard, deep thrusts that caused his balls to bang against my chin on every thrust. I kept my mouth wide open and took his cock all the way into my throat on each stroke.

I continued to suck Clark's dick for over 10 minutes before he informed me that he was about to shoot it.

"UUMMMMmmmm," I moaned with a mouthful of cock. I also nodded to let him know that I was ready for him to fill my mouth. Clark pumped his cock into my throat several more times until he felt the load rising up from his balls. At the last moment, he jerked his dick out of my throat, aimed it right at my mouth, and yelled, "Keep your fucking mouth open, Slut. Gonna fill it with my load!" I stretched my mouth as wide as I could and took gush after gush of thick sperm and semen inside.

Watching Clark fucking my mouth had gotten Grant hard again. I could see him jacking off as Clark filled my mouth and drenched my face with his huge load. As soon as Clark’s balls were empty, Grant moved into position to add his second load to Clark’s.

“Keep your mouth open, Laura. Another big load is on its way,” he ordered as his cock throbbed right in front of widely stretched mouth. A moment later, his cock hard and spewed a thick stream of semen into my mouth. Several more followed quickly coating my face with even more semen. Long cum ropes now dangled from my lips and chin.


"Do you like working here, Laura?"

"It beats serving hamburgers and minimum wage, but until something better becomes available, it'll have to do."

"Grant and I have something better... a lot better... so much so, you won't believe it at first. Interested?"

"Of course," I replied sitting down to listen.

"Grant and I, along with three other partners, own and operate an exclusive escort service. When I say "exclusive", I mean just that. No one can call up and ask to hire an escort. Becoming one of our clients is a rather long process that requires discrete recommendations, evidence of financial worth in excess of $10,000,000, good community standing, and medical evidence of freedom from all STDs. There are also oral interviews. If the potential client passes all of those hurdles, he is invited to an very exclusive party with some of our escorts who make recommendations as to his sexual performance. If, and only if, our escorts give him high marks is he finally accepted as a client."

"Wow! That's impressive, but I'm not sure what it has to do with me?" I answered.

"Simple. When we saw you, Grant and I were impressed with your beauty and sensuality. We were equally impressed with your skill in getting us off with your lap dance and your mouth. We're always looking for new escorts and would like to invite you to interview."

"I don't mean to be crass, but what do your escorts make... financially, I mean?"

"I know what you mean, and you're not being crass... just prudent. Each escort sees clients two or three times a week. Usually overnight, but sometimes for longer periods. The agency charges a fee of $3,000 per night. There's a reduced rate for longer periods... for example, a two day, three night weekend is $6,000. The agency takes 40%, the escort gets 60% with the payment in cash. Reporting it or not reporting the income is up to you. We advise reporting about a third, but it's the escort's decision. The agency provides a clothing allowance, of course, and pays for all medical examinations, which are monthly. Benefits include medical and dental care. I think that about covers the essentials."

"And the average escort has dates three nights a week?" I asked. When Grant nodded, I said, "You're telling me that the average escort makes about $5,000 per week and you or the client pays for all expenses?"

"That's a fair estimate. Of course, our escorts who are in great demand make even more. To be great demand, the escort must bring something special to the table... or I guess I should say... to the bed." Both men chuckled. I just smiled. "So, are you interested in being interviewed by all of our partners?"

"I think my answer to that is obvious."

"Great, but we need to be completely candid here. Naturally, there are hundreds... or more likely, thousands of women would love to be one of our escorts. However, we're very, very selective about whom we interview, and of those we interview, we only offer a position to about one out of four. So, if you interview, it's very likely that the partners will simply fuck your holes multiple times and then send you on your way with no job. Unless you have something very special to offer, you only have about one chance in four. Understood?"

"I do, and I would still like to interview."

"Fine. How about next weekend on Saturday?"

"Before we set a date, can I ask a question and get a candid answer?"

"Probably... no guarantees, however. What's the question?"

"You said for me to have an excellent chance to be selected, I would need to bring something special, something unusual, something the clients would love to have but which you presently can't provide... is that correct?"

"I would say that's precisely right. A lot of women are good in bed and love sex. That is, of course, an absolute necessity, but it's usually not enough."

"Would you say that a mother-******** combination with the mother being a drop-dead, gorgeous 36-year old divorcee with 34DD tits, a dynamite body, and who loves sex with an 18-year old ******** who looks like me, who sucks like me, and who can fuck your brains out would be something special that the clients would love that you presently can't provide? I might also add, the mother and ******** love to do each other."

Clark and Grant stared at each other in obvious surprise and near shock. "Are you serious?" Grant finally asked me.

"What would be the point in lying? You're be interviewing us. Deception would be impossible and therefore, pointless."

"Do you happen to have a recent photograph of your mother?"

"Not in this skimpy outfit, but I have a few in my handbag in the dressing room. If you'll wait for a few minutes, I'll get them."

"Please do."

It only took me a couple of minutes to get the photos out of my handbag. Mom and I had both gone to a studio that specialized in erotic, glamour photos and had an album of sexy shots taken of us separately and then some of the two of us together.

The photographer was a man around 50. He had gotten so turned and so hard during the photo shoot, we told him that if he would cut the price by 50%, he could fuck either one of us... his choice. To say he was surprised and pleased would be a gross understatement.

Naturally, he accepted but made us a counter offer of the photos and albums free if he could have us both for as long as he could get it up. We agreed, and then it was our turn to be both surprised and pleased. That randy, middle-aged stud got it up three times and spent the next two hours fucking our brains out. I came three times and I think mom got off four times.

I quickly selected four pics of my mom. The first one showed her sitting on a desk wearing a black dress with a deep-V neckline. She had her dress hiked to her waist with her legs open showing off her black and pink panties, thighs, and legs. Her dark stockings made her legs look fabulous.

In the second photo, my mother was on the same desk on her knees with her ass thrust right at the camera. Her black dress was gone, and she had her panties pulled to side providing an erotic view of her pussy. She wore no bra, and her breasts dangled erotically. Her pink and black five-inch heels were hot.

The third photo showed mom sitting in the desk chair with her feet up on the desk, ankles crossed. Her panties were at mid-calf. The elevated position of her legs allowed the lips of her pussy to just peek out from between her thighs.

The last pic showed every thing. Mom was naked except for her come-fuck-me heels and stockings. She was still seated in the desk chair, but now her legs were wide open with one heel on the desk top and the other one on a nearby cabinet. Her hands were between her thighs spreading her pussy wide open to show off its hot, pink interior.



When I showed the four photos to Clark and Grant, Grant gasped, "Jezzz... what a woman!" He was squeezing his dick when he said it.

Clark was equally stunned. "Man! I'd love to fuck that!" Turning to me, he asked, "Is this really your mother??"

"That's her. When we come to the interview, we'll bring our birth certificates to verify that we're mother and ********. I can tell you that in person, she's much hotter and more attractive than she is these pics. So, if every thing is as I say, do you think we have something special to bring to the ... eh... bed?"

"We can't speak for the other three partners, of course, but my guess is that you and your mother are going to very quickly become our most sought-after escorts. Frankly, I can't wait to fuck both of you together during the interview. So, is next Saturday Ok?"

"Call me on Monday. I'll talk to my mom tonight. I'm sure she'll be just as excited as I am."

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When I told mom about the possibility of becoming a mother/******** escort team and how much Clark and Grant had estimated very rich men would pay to have fun with both of us at the same time, she was shocked, then stunned, and finally very excited.

"How much money did you say?? I want to be certain that I heard you right, Laura."

"Clark said the average one of their escorts makes $5,000 a week clear and that they recommend reporting a third of that to the IRS. Since it's all in cash, it's virtually untraceable." That's just the average. Both Clark and Grant think we'll the most popular escorts in the business. Men always fantasize about banging both a mother and her ********, but there are very few such combinations available. We'll be an exclusive item. Grant thinks multi-millionaires will pay as much as $10,000 a night for the two of us or $25,000 for a two-day, three-night weekend. We get 60%... no expenses. The agency takes care of all medical and dental expenses and gives us a clothing allowance. With three or four clients a week, we should make between $18,000 to $25,000 per week. That's more than a half a million a year, each."

"And we would be doing just about every thing sexual.. right?"

"Yeah... every thing except pain and things that endanger us. The agency won't allow that. But, we'll be doing orgies, women, each other, bondage, exhibitionism... basically every thing. I want to do it... do you?"

"Of course. We'll probably need to get a house and live together, don't you think?"

"I was thinking that we can afford to buy a really nice home on the lake... maybe $500,000 or so. After all, that will be less than six-months income for us."

Diane burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I inquired.

"Don't forget to add in my alimony payment." I joined her in laughter.

"It's not guaranteed. We have to interview with the five partners. They're all going to fuck us... probably all weekend or so. And we may not get the jobs, but I think we will if we make sure that we fuck their brains out and do each other."

"We've never done that. How do you feel about making it with your mom?"

"Hot and excited. Why don't we spend the next couple of days practicing?"

"You just want to get into me, Laura. I'm shocked."

"No you're not. You're just hot and wet. Spread your legs, Mom. I want to make you cum on my tongue." She spread and I moved my face between her thighs.

"Ooohhhhh fuckkk! This is wild... AAAaahhhhh... oohhhhh god.... You know we're both depraved sluts, don't you?"

"Shut up and cum, you hot Slut!"

"Yessssssssss.... suck meeeeeeeeeeeee.... Make me cummmmmmmmm!!"



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Grant had picked us up promptly at 9 AM on Saturday morning in a large limo. There was even an uniformed chauffeur driving. It was an hour and a half drive to the large mansion that served as the agency's headquarters. Grant was with me in the back seat of the limo while one of the other partners who introduced himself as George was with my mother.

We hadn't been on the way for more than 10 minutes before Grant had my dress up to my hips and my tits out. He then had me remove his pants, shirt, and briefs. Once again, I was stunned by the size of his huge cock. This time, I knew he was going to use it on me in lot more ways than just having me lap dance on it.

He was already hard as stone and that fantastic cock was standing straight up. "Suck it, Laura," he ordered. As I bent over his dick, I could smell its heady masculine aroma.

George and my mom were in the other back seat that faced us. So we all had a great view of what the other couple was doing. George already had my mom's clothes off. As I lowered my mouth over Grant's cock, George was climbing between my mom's raised thighs.

Grant pushed my head down his cock and I took his shaft in deep, but it was so big, I gagged when he started to push it down my throat. He backed off and let me slowly work it into my throat. Once I had the first two inches in, he held my head and drove the rest of his cock deeper until his balls were pressed against my chin. As I sucked him, his deep masculine grunts of pleasure let me know that I was doing a good job.

I had been sucking on Grant's dick for about five minutes when I heard the telltale sounds of George fucking my mom on the other seat. The springs of the seat were squeaking, George was grunting, and my mother was squealing and shrieking every time he drove his cock into her cunt. I stole a quick glance in their direction and saw the thick shaft hammering in and out of her cunt hole. He wasn't as big as Grant, but he was more than large enough to stretch my mom's cunt and make her moan with pleasure. She had her first orgasm as I watched.

After Grant shot off in my mouth, he got me naked and then pushed me onto the seat on my back. When he went down on me, I had an orgasm almost immediately. Before he decided to fuck me, I had gotten off again. George had finished fucking Mom before Grant had me mount his cock... so when he did, they were both watching as his huge dick split my pussy open and disappeared inside. My mom encouraged him to screw me even harder.

“Fuck the little slut harder, Grant. Sink that big prick up her tight cunt and stretch her open!”

“Like this?”

“Oh fuck yes! Ram it into her!”

“Oh fuck! AAhhhhh…. He’s fucking me… He’s fucking me, Mom… Aaaahhhh… he so damn big… unnnghhh…”

“Get on top of her and really bang it in, Baby. Make her cum!”

Instantly, Grant put me on my back, mounted me, and drove his cock into my wet and now widely stretched cunt.

“AAAHHH SHIT… FUCK MEEEEEEEE,” I heard myself squeal as my legs rose and my heels jerked wildly back and forth in time to his thrusts.



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When we arrived at the mansion, Grant and George had dressed, but my mother and I were required to remain naked except for our heels. The two men led us into the mansion that way where we were greeted by the other three partners who inspected us like we were pieces of meat... which in a way, I suppose we were.

Video equipment was set up at various places in the mansion, and every one of the partners seemed to have a couple of expensive-looking cameras with wide-angle and telephoto lens.

The "interview" started by having us pose for photographs. At first, we were naked except for our heels. At one point, they had me on my knees on a large leather couch with my head lowered to the seat, my knees far apart, and my ass arched high in the air. From behind me, I could hear repeated clicks as photo after photo was taken of me. Marvin was using a telephoto lens to get close-up views of my gaping pussy and asshole.

When they finished with me, it was my mother's turn. They had Diane lie on the same sofa I was on with her legs gaping and up in air. A dozen photos were taken in variations of that pose. Next, the men had her squatting on the floor, sitting on her heels while cupping one of her tits and holding her pussy open with the other hand.

Hal got so hard and hot while taking photos of her that he put down his camera, took out his cock, and started jacking off. When he was about to cum, he moved closer to Diane and ejaculated all over her face and tits. Of course, she wasn't permitted to wipe off his cum load. Instead, they took another dozen photos of her sitting on the stairs with her face and tits still showing streaks of Hal's load.

When the partners felt they had had enough individuals photos of us, they had us posing together. In one photo, we seated side-by-side on the couch with our legs high in the air and spread. All four of our sex holes were ******* to the cameras, which clicked repeatedly... sometimes with wide-angle lens... other times with telephoto lens that were focused directly on our pussies or our asses or both.

When that pose was exhausted, we were told to lower our legs and put our feet up on the couch with our knees steepled and spread. The men had both of us masturbating with our fingers as the digital camera's clicked and the video cameras recorded all the action.

"Make yourselves cum," Clark ordered. In response, our fingers moved faster and faster over our engorged clits while we both used other fingers to fuck our vaginas. As we approached orgasm, mom and I were both arching her asses up off the couches. The musky aroma of our excited cunts filled the room.

Mom came first. "AH! AH! AH! AH! OOHHH! FUCK! CUMMING! AAAAHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSSSSS!", she hissed as her vagina and clitoris went into hard spastic contractions.

Mom's orgasm quickly triggered mine. My moans were almost as loud as mom's when I came. "OOouuuuuu... uunngghh... aahh ... aahh ... aahh... AAGGAAHH... ME TOO... cumming... oohhhhh gawd!" I saw at least three of the men jacking off as we came.

My orgasm had not yet abated when George ordered Mom to lick and suck my clit … to make me cum again. My clit was still throbbing when Mom’s lips closed over my hard nipples.

I couldn’t suppress my hot moan. “Ooohhhh gawd… yesss! Suck my tits, Mom. Aaahhhhh. MMmmmmm..”

“Get you mouth over your ********’s hot cunt and make her cum again,” some other man ordered.

“Oh fuck yes, Mom! Like that! Suck meee… My clit! Do my clit! OOOohhhh… gawd damn… suck meeeeeeeeeeee!”

My vagina went into hard spasms as Mom made me cum. I squirted all over her face. My clit was still hard and throbbing when they had me press my lips and tongue to Mom’s cunt. She climaxed even faster than I had.



The agency's partners kept mom and I naked the rest of the day and evening. Most of the time, at least one of the men was fucking one us, and a lot of the time, two or more of them would be having sex with us. Before the night was over, mom and I had each been fucked by all of the partners at least twice, and I think most of not all of them banged us three times. I know for a fact that both mom and I were fucked by Grant's huge dick four times.

At one point, Mom was riding his huge cock while I was caressing his balls and playing with her ass.

A short time later, I was bent over licking Mom's pussy and clit while Grant fucked me from behind.

Much of the evening was spent with the two of us riding cocks on one of the couches or being fucked side-by-side in one of the many beds in the mansion.


The next morning after having breakfast, the five partners each fucked both of us again, and then offered us a position as escorts with the agency. Needless to say, we eagerly accepted.

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The Escorts:

Things worked out even better than any of the partners or Mom or I had expected. Within a month, we had become the most sought after, popular escorts in the agency. Clark told us that we were booked several months in advance. The demand was so great that the partners tried desperately to get us to work five or even six days a week, but we stuck to our original agreement of an average of three or four days per week.

As the demand for our services escalated, so did the prices. After two months we were making even more than we had imagined we might. Best of all, we were enjoying every minute of it.

One weekend, Mom and I spent cruising the Caribbean and visiting all the exotic islands in the private yacht of the CEO of a large corporation. He had invited several of his vice presidents, and Mom and I provided the entertainment aboard ship and exotic company in the many private clubs of the islands.

Another weekend was spent in two luxury suites of the Bellagio in Las Vegas where ten black, former professional athletes were holding a ten-year reunion celebration. We spent 80% of that weekend naked in one of the four king-sized beds enjoying one huge black cock after another. When we did take a break, we dined in nothing but five-star restaurants.

A lot of clients hired us for just a single evening. Often, it was with just one guy who had a huge fantasy to fuck two women, a mother and her ********, at the same time. Those guys got more than their money's worth. When we left, the guy always looked like he needed to be admitted to the ICU of a hospital.

We were the entertainment at numerous bachelor parties for very upscale, socially prominent bridegrooms. In every case, there were over a dozen men at the party, and Mom and I took care of all of them, usually more than once.

Once, we flew first class to the French Rivera where we were the escorts for two billionaires for a full week. Every day was filled with sex, dining in exquisite restaurants, orgies in swing and bondage clubs, and swapping partners with other rich couples. We even had sex with the wives, which was a delightful change.

As a result of new income status, Mom and I purchased a beautiful lakefront property that included a 4,000 square foot home with all the luxuries. We each had our own private bedroom with several guest bedrooms, huge swimming pool, game room, spa and sauna, etc.

After a year and a half, we had well over a million dollars in various safety deposit boxes and back accounts. Mom and I both dated guys from time to time. Over half the time they wanted to marry us even after we told them we were professional escorts. Naturally, we turned them down, but they were a lot of fun to have around. After all, guys with big cocks and constant hard-ons did have their uses.

We still party with the partners, but they now pay for the privilege. After all, there are several escort agencies vying for our services.

A month ago, we went out to dinner and then visited a club and danced with a bunch of college guys. One guy kept trying to get his hand up my skirt, but I kept pushing his hand away.

"I'm just trying to see if you're wearing any panties," he said.

"Take my word for it, Honey. I am."

"Prove it," he said with a grin.

"No way, Baby. No way."

"Come on," he begged. "Let me see your panties."

"Forget it."

"Come on. Just let me have a peek."

"I said forget it!"

"I'll pay you."

"You'll pay me to see my panties?"

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"How much do you want?"

"The price for seeing my panties is 50 cents," I said with a smile.

"You're kidding?"

"Nope. Either get your 50 cents out there on the table or get lost, Honey."

The guy fumbled in his pockets frantically and finally managed to produce two quarters, which he laid on the table in front of me. "How long do I get to look at your panties for 50 cents?" he wanted to know.

"Until the lunch bell rings, Baby. Until the lunch bell rings."

He still had a puzzled, confused look on his face when I pulled my skirt up to my waist, spread my legs, and let him stare at my wet panties. His hand squeezed his dick... then he squeezed it harder as he did his best to see my cunt through the panties. Soon, he was stroking it. I arched my hips. He unzipped his pants and took it out. I raised my ass even higher and watched as he jacked off. It took him less than a minute to shoot off.

I stood up, dropped my skirt, and pocketed my 50 cents. "Hope you enjoyed yourself, Baby." When I left, he still had his hand around his now flaccid dick.

After a brief search of the dance floor, I located my mom who was busy fending off two guys who were dying to fuck her. "Ready to go, Mom?" I asked.

"Yeah. Where have you been anyway?"

"I was showing my panties to a guy for 50 cents."

We both laughed all the way home.
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