My Mom, The Escort
The other day you got an e-mail from a buddy. The subject said Is this your mom?!?! You couldn't imagine what it could be and when you opened it to see a link, you clicked it despite the feeling that you were about to get rickrolled or worse. What you saw? Much worse. It was a link to an escort's ad...the escort being your darling mom! You couldn't believe your eyes: she was dressed up in the purple dress she wore to your cousin's wedding, sexy stockings and a naughty grin. You felt so many conflicting emotions: anger, hurt, embarrassment...and yes, more than a little turned on. You couldn't help it: you clicked through the photos and started to stroke. You wondered how you could confront her as you got to her booking page...no turning back now...You asked her to wear the purple dress and despite all the evidence piling up, you were still pretty fucking surprised to see your mom answer the door in her sophisticated purple dress, black stockings and heels. At least she didn't pretend that it was some misunderstanding. She sat you down and explained why: good money, your college is expensive, on and on and still, all you can think is Are the reviews true? She promises you to secrecy, and you realize this is your chance: you're going to blackmail your mother into fucking you. For money. The shock of it, the taboo nature of the whole fucking scenario, has you rock hard before she even puts her mouth on your cock. She seems torn between being turned on by your cock and disgusted by your actions as she licks and strokes you, telling you how wrong it is while she milks your cock, emptying your balls and licking up your load like a good whore.
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