Memories 2

In the hotel's restaurant at seven the next morning, I was reviewing the agenda for the day's meeting, when I heard "Is this seat taken?"

I looked up, then stood up. "Stella," I said, "I didn't expect to see you here. Please join me." I pulled back a chair for her. "What brings you out so early?"

"I hoped you were here," she said. "I haven't been home yet. There's something I have to tell you. I'm so excited. I'm a prostitute again!"

"You were reliving meeting your husband. I don't think that qualifies as returning to your past life."

"I had such a wonderful time last night."

"I did too."

"Let me tell you everything that happened. After you left, Jeremy, Ellen, and I had a long talk. Remember that she solicited him in a bar. I couldn't believe it. It was the same bar at the same window table you and I were at. Neither of them worked there then. She used the same approach with Jeremy that I used with his father -- showed him her pussy, told him her price, took him out to her car in the parking lot, and fucked him. I can't believe how much alike she and I are."

"There's a lot of coincidences there."

"True. Next, we talked about you and me. They both saw how happy I was about getting laid. Young people seem to think we die below the waist after a certain age."

"You disproved that last night. You were the hottest woman I've ever slept with, not that we did any sleeping."

She laid her head on my shoulder for a moment. "Thank you. You are so sweet. Anyway, Jeremy finally admitted he liked how happy I was. He actually accepted the idea that his mother is a sexual human being. They had to get back to serving drinks. The couple left and I sat at the window table. I just sat there looking out the window. The street was deserted. After about ten minutes, I heard a man say, 'That's quite a view from up here.' I looked up. He was about ten years older than you, very handsome, and, I must admit, very sexy. It has been years since I've seen a man as a sex object, but there he was, a Greek god, or so he seemed. I invited him to join me. I don't know why, but as he sat down, I hiked up my dress so he could see my pussy. Even though you had given me the best fucking of my life, I wanted him. I realized I also wanted his money. My husband left me well off. I never have to work again. 'The view is pretty good in here too,' he said.

"'For three hundred dollars,' I said, 'you can do more than look.'

"'That sounds like an offer I can't refuse.' He reached for his wallet. He could have hit on Ellen. She's young and pretty. Her boobs are bigger than mine. She's a walking wet dream. Yet that guy wanted me and was very willing to pay me. I spent the whole night with him. Dave, do you have any idea what that did for my ego?"

"It sounds very flattering," I said. "Were Jeremy and/or Ellen watching you pick this guy up?"

"We both were," I heard Jeremy say.

"Can they join us?" Stella asked me.

"I don't see why not," I said. "Have you all had breakfast yet? I can put it on my expense account."

"You're on," Ellen said as she sat down. "Tell us, Mom. What was he like?"

"Yes, tell us everything," Jeremy said.

Stella stared at her son in awe. "Do you really want to hear about my sex life?" she asked him.

"I know it makes me sound like a pervert, but yes," he said. "It's obvious you are excited about it. I'm happy for you."

"You don't think I'm cheating on your father?"

"I never thought of it that way. In a way, I suppose you are, but since he isn't here, you can't be. He knew about your...ah...earlier occupation. I don't believe he would mind."

"Okay. He's big. He really filled me up. Not only that, but he also knew how to use it." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Dave, I don't want to hurt your feelings. You are very good too. I really enjoyed having you. He's different. That's all."

I put my hand over hers. "Stella, it will be at least six months before I come here again. I don't expect you to be a nun. Maybe I can learn something. How was he different?"

"He hummed on me like you did. You did that children's song. He did a military march. His range was huge. He did the drums, and the trumpets, and the piccolos. I loved it. Do you want to know the best part? He's married. He cheated on his wife with me. Isn't that great?"

"Mom...!" Jeremy pleaded.

"Stop being an old fuddy-duddy," Stella said. "Over seventy per cent of my johns were married."

"Mine, too," Ellen said. "The night I met you, I had one husband before you and two more after you. You've known that for a long time, and it's never bothered you before."

"You aren't my mother," Jeremy said.

"I have decided to be a prostitute again whether you like it or not," Stella said. "I'll just hang out upstairs, and when a man asks you where he can get some action, you can point me out."

"Absolutely not! Find a different bar. I refuse to be my mother's pimp. That's going too far."

"I have to agree with Jeremy," I said.

Stella took a deep breath. "You're right," she said. "I'm sorry. Something clicked in me last night with you, Dave, and again with the other man. Suddenly I feel alive again. I'm craving sex. I want to be desired. Jeremy, since you won't help me, I will sign up with an escort service."

"Who is going to hire someone your age?" Jeremy said. "No one is going to believe you are a hooker. What are you going to do when no one hires you? File an age discrimination complaint?"

I handed Stella one of my business cards. "I bet they would believe a satisfied customer."

"If necessary, I will take a pre-employment test to demonstrate my job skills," Stella said as she put my card in her purse.

At work the next afternoon, my desk phone rang. I didn't recognize the number. I picked up the handset. "This is Dave," I said.

"Hi, Dave," the caller said. "It's Stella. I thought you would like to know I got a job on my first interview."

"That's wonderful. Congratulations. Did you have to demonstrate your job skills?"

"Of course. Twice. They said I'm the best they have ever interviewed. What's more, they like the fact that I don't have to take a week off every month."

"That would be a good selling point to put on your resumé."

"You silly boy. I didn't even fill out an application. I can't tell you how excited I am."

"I can hear it in your voice. I'm happy for you."

"Here's the best part. I just finished fucking my first john. He's about your age. He said he is going to ask for me in the future."

"That's good news. I will definitely ask for you the next time I have a meeting in your town. I already know what kind of service I will get."

"I have another call coming in. It's the agency."

"I hope they have another customer for you. Bye, Stella."

As I put the receiver down, I reviewed my time with her in my mind. Her body was near perfection. It was apparent from her flat tummy that she worked out. She had a dancer's legs that she wrapped around my waist and held me tightly. Her nipples turned to stone when I suckled them. I needed her again, and sooner than six months.

I looked through my contacts and found the hotel where I had stayed. A quick phone call got me a room for late Friday night through Sunday morning. I realized as I ended the call that I would be doing twelve hours of driving and paying for a hotel room just to fuck a hooker. There were many girls for sale in my town. It wasn't just sex I wanted. It was Stella: middle-aged, old enough to be my mother, Stella I wanted. She was beautiful with a great body, had a wonderful smile, was very good in bed. Her enthusiasm for fucking was over the top. I knew several other women I could say the same things about, but they weren't Stella. I didn't know her last name or how to contact her, but I had to see her again.

It was eleven p.m. Friday when I checked into the hotel. Without bothering to do any unpacking, I found the telephone directory and turned to the Escort Services heading. There were six agencies listed. Stella had not told me which one hired her. Rather than taking the time to call each one in hopes of finding her, I went to the bar.

The window table was vacant, so I sat there. "We didn't expect to see you again," a female voice behind me said. I looked up. Ellen was the speaker.

"Hi," I said. "I wasn't planning on returning until my next meeting here."

"Why are you here?" she asked.

I took a shallow breath. "To see your mother-in-law."

"She must have made quite an impression on you. I know you impressed her. She talks about you all the time. Do you know she signed up with an escort service?"

"She called me and told me about it. She was very excited about it."

"I talked to her half an hour ago. She has dates tonight until two o'clock. You won't be able to see her until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. I'm available as soon as the bar closes."

"What do you mean?"

"After you left, Jeremy and I had a long talk. Stella doesn't need the money; she's doing it because it gives her a thrill." She looked down at the table a moment and raised her head back up. "We can use the money. We barely get by now. He has agreed to me picking up one guy from the bar each night for a month so we can see if it's financially worthwhile. I've only had one date so far."

"As lovely as you are, that doesn't make sense."

"We live in an era of instant gratification. Nobody wants to wait that long for me. I know you want Stella. I don't blame you. She's a wonderful mother-in-law. I love her like she's my own mom. She says you are the best lover she has ever known. I would like to experience that. It will only be a hundred."

She slid over tightly against me and raised the front of her dress exposing her bare hairless pussy. I glanced toward the bar and saw Jeremy smile as I cupped his wife's pussy in my hand. He knew I would soon be fucking her, and he seemed happy about it. Never before had I fucked a married woman fearing a wrathful husband. This husband was actively encouraging me. I took the money from my wallet and placed it on her drink tray. Ellen placed her fingertips gently on my cheek and drew my lips to hers. Our kiss was soft and tender. I ran my fingertips up her slit. She gasped when I reached to top. "You two get a room," Jeremy said as he picked up her drink tray with the money on it. "We aren't busy. I'll close." He didn't have to say that twice.

Ellen was still breathing deeply as she took my hand, and we went to the elevator. Even before the doors were closed, she unzipped my fly to extract my cock. She was stroking me when the car stopped one floor down. Two women started to get in until they saw my dick in Ellen's hand. "Come on in, girls," Ellen said. "I'm not selfish. You may have some fun too until we get to our floor."

Both women stared at Ellen's hand caressing my prick. "Damn, he looks delicious," the one in back said. The one in front stood frozen in shock. "Get out of my way," her friend said as she shoved her into the car. "I want to at least feel it." Ellen removed her hand so she could get a grip on me. "Look how hard he is." She grabbed the other woman's hand and forced her to feel my cock.

"I've been trying to be good this week," the second woman said. "Now I need a man in me, and it's all your fault. Why did Mike and Luke have to go to that convention in Las Vegas this week?"

"We both heard our husbands talking about the legal whorehouses in Nevada. They are probably at one right now. Let's go find a couple guys."

"There is a bar on the top floor," Ellen said. "Go talk to the bartender. He should be able to help you."

When the elevator reached my floor, Ellen pressed the button for the top floor where the bar was and led me out keeping a firm grip on my cock. The two women stayed in the car. "Left, second room on the left," I said so she would know where to go.

The moment I opened the door, she dragged me to the bed and sat down. Ellen wasted no time unbuckling my belt, unhooking my waistband, and shoving my pants to my ankles. She extracted my cock from my briefs and took it into her mouth. There was no question as to whether she remembered how to turn a trick. Get the john to cum as quickly as possible so she could get another one. I was no longer her mother-in-law's boyfriend; I was a john, nothing else. Strange, I thought, that considered myself Stella's boyfriend. I had only met her three days before, and only knew her age and that she was a widow. Could that have been an excuse to get money out of me? Was Jeremy her only child? I had a mountain of questions and no answers. Ellen took one of my balls into her mouth and hummed on it as I removed my shirt. Who taught her that? It felt so good I didn't care. She performed the same action on my other nut. I was very close to cumming. With some effort to overcome her resistance, I pulled out of her mouth, sat down, and removed my shoes, socks, and other clothes. She lifted her dress over her head and tossed it aside leaving her clad in only her sheer stockings and her high heeled shoes.

We stretched out side by side on the bed. Our lips met gently as I caressed her back. She smiled. "You're sweet," she said. "That other guy just wanted to fuck. You want to make love to me. I appreciate that."

"Isn't that how a lady is supposed to be treated?"

"A lady, yes. I'm a whore."

"You are still a lady. You deserve the same respect as any other woman."

She hugged me tightly pressing her large breasts against my chest. Her mouth urgently met mine. "I don't remember ever meeting someone as nice as you. I see why Stella is in love with you."

In love with me? That was a shock, especially for a woman who loved being a prostitute.

"Who's Stella?" I said.

"My...." Ellen began. "I have no idea."

Our hands laid on each other's cheeks as we kissed again. Snuggling increased our desires. I kissed her neck, and she kissed mine. Her breathing became deeper as I kissed her D-cup breasts and playfully bit her nipples. I continued down to plant my lips all over her tummy, pausing only to tongue-fuck her navel before reaching her pussy. Her labia were open. I ran my tongue up from the bottom of her slit to her clit. I wrapped my mouth around it and hummed. "Yes," she hissed. Within a minute, her hips bucked against my jaw, and her legs held my head motionless. I continued humming, and she continued bucking. After a half dozen orgasms, give or take a few, she grabbed my head and pulled. "Fuck me!" she demanded. I crawled up into the saddle and inserted myself into her. She banged against me before I was fully into her cunt. "Give it to me hard!" I jabbed her with long rapid thrusts. Her pussy muscles held me tightly. My feet curled. My loins tightened as my back arched. Her nylon clad legs wrapped around my waist. My balls jumped as I pumped my seed deep into her womb.

Minutes passed before either of us could breathe normally. "I thought Jeremy was good, but you make him look like an amateur," Ellen said. "I envy Stella."

I smiled. "Do you think he got laid by those two women?" I asked her.

"If he did, he had better have gotten their money first."

I rolled off her and opened the nightstand drawer. "Misty's," Ellen said before I could take out the phone book. "She works with them."

After breakfast the following morning, I called Misty's and inquired about Stella. Yes, she was the new gal, and yes, I would have her until eleven the next morning when I checked out of my hotel room. Because of the price for a full day, I had to pay up front with my credit card. She would be at my room within the hour. She would be told my name was John.

There was a knock on my room door at ten-thirty. Stella was standing in the hall when I opened the door. She gasped when she saw me. "Dave! What are you doing here?"

"Come on in," I said.

She entered and I closed the door. "What's going on? You said you couldn't come back for six months."

"I'm cheating on my mother. We were supposed to be going on a picnic today."

"Then why are you here?"

"You are why I'm here. Stella, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. Everywhere I turned I saw you. I heard your voice. I felt your body. I know this is ridiculous, but I can't concentrate at work. I've fallen in love with you. You are older than my mother, but I want to spend my life with you."

She stared at me with a blank expression. "That was the last thing I expected you to say," she said. "It's also what I most wanted to hear. I feel like a schoolgirl having her first crush. I want to spend every second with you. There is a hard part too. I also want to continue being a prostitute. It makes me feel young again. I don't have the right to expect you to be faithful while I'm out screwing other men. Can you understand the double standard?"

"How about I be a gigolo? Maybe we could be professional swingers?"

"You are too decent even to be a john."

"I paid you three days ago. I fucked Ellen last night. I've paid for a full day with you, and I expect to get what I paid for."

"You will get what you paid for. I will sleep with you each time you pay me, and you will have to pay me each time you want me. I'm not going to change."

"You stopped making your husband pay."

"Because I was in love with him."

"It sounds like you are in love with me."

"I don't know. Maybe I am." She stripped off her dress and stood naked before me. She rubbed my cock through my pants. "Right now, I'd love to do my job."