“No peeking,” he whispers in my ear. He kisses me long and hard before leaving me standing in the dark. I hear him rustling around in the bag, I a... shaking, I have no idea what he could have planned. I suddenly realize it has been silent for a few minutes, I can almost hear my heart beating, it is so quiet. “Babe, are you there?” I ask as I reach my hand out to see if he is there. I feel him grab my hand and he pulls me towards him. “Do you trust me?” he asks. I nod my head and he turns me. It's fifty for a blow job, a hundred for straight, a hundred fifty for half and half, or for two fifty we can go around the world for as long as you can keep getting it up. If your feeling really adventurous, for four hundred we can get a room for the night and have a real party, your choice." "Let's start off our first time with just a blow job, I have to go deliver my load in a couple of hours and I can't be late for that." With a grin on her face she says, "Honey, I plan on making you. " Noooo." I wailed. "You're lying. Take me to him." But I knew she wasn't. A feeling of cold dread came over me. What would I do? How could I go on living without him? Did I even want to? Then the dark cloud, conjured up from the deepest recesses of my mind gradually enveloped me. Then a blissful nothing.I was in my PJ's and in bed when I eventually faced the world again. I wondered if I'd been dreaming. Then reality set in, and I knew I hadn't. From the depths of my sole, I began to cry.. After what seemed to be a long time, the man left and I heard mom close the door after him.A little later she entered the room. My mother was not a very beautiful woman. She was 5' 2" and on the heavier side. What still brought men to her was the pair of tits she had. Almost 40DD they looked obscene on my mother's short body. Her ass was big too and very soft and fleshy.It seemed that God had created my mother with only one thing in mind, a man's cock!Mom had been a prostitute as long as I.