"You okay, mom?" Ricky asked.Helen replied a nervous, "Yes," because her initial comfort was beginning to shift. The lack of intimacy with her husband...was starting to take over her body. She wondered if Ricky's hand could feel her stiffened nipple. Or if he could tell her heart was beating faster and her breaths shorter. Ricky couldn't know the butterflies in Helen's stomach and the wetness growing in her vagina."I have to go," Helen said hurriedly. Trying to save herself from doing something. Her first customer wanted a pussy fuck. She took him to the alley, leaned against the wall and pulled her skirt up. He pushed her top up and fingered her breasts as he thrust into her. It didn’t take long, just a quick in and out, and she was back on the street. Twice she went down on her knees and sucked cocks and once she put her hands against the wall and bent over while a man used her ass. After that, she lost count, she had no idea how many cocks had been in her by the time Big Tom told. I tried for about an hour. Finally I gave up, and put it down to nerves.The next morning I woke up as horny as I went to sleep. I thought I'd play with myself after I get the k**s off to school. As soon as the door was closed when the k**s left my hand was down my pants. I needed some relief. I played and played but could not quite cum. I just happen to look at the clock. "Oh shit," I thought, "I'm going to be late for work. I need to stop masturbating, but I need to cum." Finally, I gave up. “Oh God!” she moaned, pressing her clit.“That’s not fair,” he breathed.“Oh fuck!” she moaned.“It doesn’t count if you’re not actually masturbating.”“Maybe I am,” she whispered, she took in a ragged breath as she penetrated herself, one quick dip of her finger into her tight hole, making sure he could hear it.“Oh really?”“Oh fuck!” she moaned quietly, trying to tease him. “Yes really,” she breathed.“What’re you doing?” he asked. His voice had gotten lower, even more attractive before. She was.