I didn't go because of a better opportunity that I couldn't refuse. The thing is, Walter had already told me I was the best fuck he ever had. He even ...aid he didn't need Viagra when screwing me, although he used it with my mother. He was sure I'd make a lot of money as an escort. O: Tell us about that. Ida: Sure. It turned out that Walter wasn't just another guy fucking Mom and me. He was a part owner of a Nevada brothel a couple of hours from our town. Mom had been working there on weekends. She told me to play with her tits, reminding me to tell her if I was close.She would take me to the brink several times by rocking on me then stop. She told me where to rub her pussy telling me how it makes her get wet.Telling me what to do and if I was doing it right taking deep breaths. Finally she got off me and told me stand out side the car .Bernie got on her knees and started giving me a blow job. I was lasting a lot longer now when she asked me if I was ready to cum,I told her no.She. " Cool."We made small talk for a while, but I couldn't keep my eyes off her tits. She noticed, and so did Nick, but neither said anything. When it was time for her to go home, we hugged. It seemed to me that she pressed her tits into mine a little more than was necessary for a first meeting with her boyfriend's mother.I've got to have her. Stop it, Charlene, she's Nick's."So how'd you like her, Mom?" Very much. She's cute and sweet." You wanted to fuck her, didn't you, Mom? I could tell."I. She didn’t, though. Instead, she simply kept typing, telling me that yes, she’d let her cum, but that I wasn’t allowed. Nor was I allowed to stop playing with myself. “Perhaps I should make the same deal,” she chuckled. “What deal?” I whimpered, gasping turned, once again pushing a single, slender digit into my ass, my hips lifting involuntarily, welcoming the invasion, my ring closing around it, pulsing, trapping her inside of me as I felt myself lift off the couch, trembling and shaking, so.