Looking back, I hadn’t really thought it through. How much would I charge? How would I find clients? And how would I weed out the icky guys, s... that all my clients were the same handsome studs that gyrated through my imaginings? I didn’t know, so I didn’t worry about it. All that mattered to me was what happened once all that was taken care of…. And it went something like this.

He was usually tall, dark-haired, Texan. In town for a few days. A long drive, and he needed to relax. We’d meet in. First she was pushing me but I forced her and started responding tio me.I said her to remove each and every cloth from her body. She was feeling shy.I turned on the music player with sweet melody song and told her to remove her cloth one by one with a dance move. She was like I cant dance , but I forced her . She obey and removed every piece of cloth from her body and became nude in front of me…She was like a sex goddess. I want to fuck her right away .But I controlled my feeling as I don’t. This was the first male member I had touched in over a decade, but all the memories about it started rushing back to me. The slow trickle of pre-cum. The swelling of an approaching climax. The feel and smell of semen on my hands. And the taste of cum on my lips and tongue.I continued jerking my son’s cock, becoming more intent on finishing what I had started. I was a good mother after all. I used my free hand to open his legs slightly and touch all around his private area. I cupped his. Dorothy was thirty-something, a few pounds over weight, and filled with a lust for living life. She had an easy-going acceptance of people and a delightful, sassy way of putting them at ease. Often she'd toss off some sexy remark and then make eye contact with me, eyes squinted with her laughter.The second evening we were sitting in front of a large floor fan that was blowing over a bowl of ice. There'd been scant relief from the humid scorcher of a day and we were all lightly dressed. Perhaps.