Memories 101

What do you do when you are young, single, and horny on an out-of-town business trip? You don't know where the singles' bars are. You are so horny you are willing to pay for sex, but you don't know where to find a whorehouse. Hell, you don't even know where to find a streetwalker. You do what I did. I went to the hotel's bar. There might be some girls there I could hit on. I would probably strike out, but it's impossible to score without trying.

There was a middle-aged woman on a stool chatting with the bartender. Her skirt was much shorter than I would have expected on an older woman. Her legs were worth staring at.

I sat at a window table ten stories above street level. The cocktail waitress was about my age, very pretty, and wearing a wedding band. "What the hell?" I thought. I knew married women occasionally played around, sometimes with their husbands' knowledge, but often without. When she brought my scotch on the rocks, I smiled at her. "This is my first visit to your city," I said. "Are there other places besides this one where I could meet a pretty girl?"

"The bartender is my husband," she said.

"Ah.... I guess I just made a fool of myself."

She smiled. "Don't worry about it. He's used to having men hit on me. He enjoys seeing their reactions when I tell them I'm married and faithful." I felt my face flush. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. The nearest singles' bar is twenty miles away."

I took a deep breath. "The view out the window is pretty nice. Not as nice as the one in here. I'll live. What's the tab?"

"Two dollars."

I gave her three.

The view out the window was pleasant. Cars drove by. Across the street walked a young couple. His arm was around her waist; her head was on his shoulder. I remembered my mother telling me about the innocence of young love. At that moment, I wished I was that lucky guy down there.

"Excuse me," a female voice said. I looked up and saw the woman who had been seated at the bar. "May I sit here?"

I started to stand up. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't know this table was taken."

"Would you mind staying? I would like to have someone to talk to."

She was definitely old enough to be my mother; yet, she was still an attractive woman. For a second, I wondered what she would be like in bed. I banished the thought at once. It was obvious I wasn't going to get laid that night, but at least I wouldn't be alone. "You were talking to the bartender when I came in."

"Yes, but we kept getting interrupted by other customers."

"Have a seat. I'm Dave."

"I'm Stella." She gazed out the window at the couple on the sidewalk. "Those were the days," she whispered. A tear formed in her eye. "I'm sorry. I'm reminiscing. You remind me of my husband when he was young. You have the same hair color, the same eyes. I met him at this very table thirty-seven years ago."

"I understand this is a very special spot for you. It must hold a lot of memories."

"You're right. A lot has changed. None of these buildings were here then. The streets hadn't been put in. Across the street was a potato farm. Strangely, I don't miss any of it. Progress has a way of taking over and blotting out the past."

"Not everything has been blotted out. You still remember him."

"We were married for thirty-four years. He had a heart attack a couple years ago."

"I'm sorry for your loss. What drew you to him?""

"Thank you. I didn't have any romantic feelings. It wasn't love at first sight. I just wanted to get him into bed. I wasn't the demure old broad you are looking at. I was a prostitute. I just wanted his money. We went to his room. I took his hundred dollars and fucked him. Then I came back here and sold myself to another guy."

I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I didn't see that coming. Something must have changed how you saw him."

"He kept coming back. He had a lot of money, and he kept paying me for sex. I started expecting him. I wanted him, not so much for his money, but for how he treated me. He was kind and caring. Eventually I stopped taking his money. We got married, and I became a respectable stay-at-home mother."

"That's a beautiful story. You deserve a memory like that."

"It's ironic. A couple weeks before his heart attack, we talked about reliving the night we met. I bought this dress because it is like the one I wore that night. Obviously, it can never happen now."

I thought a moment. "I have a hundred dollars."

Stella's mouth dropped open. She stared at me as though she didn't understand what I said. "Just what is that supposed to mean?"

"You want to relive the night you met your husband. Wasn't money part of that night?"

"Yes, but there is so broad a difference in our ages. I don't know if you could play his part. You do remind me a lot about him."

"Stella, you are a beautiful woman. I'll be honest. I'm horny. I want to get laid. You want to relive an important moment. We would both benefit."

She folded her arms on the table and looked me in the eyes. "You know something? You're right. Let's do it."

"Did he pay you here or someplace else?"

"I always got the money up front." I took five twenties from my wallet and handed them to her. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm fifty-eight years old, and I'm being a prostitute again."

She put the money into her purse, and we stood up. She waved to the bartender as we headed to the elevator. He stared at us a moment, then shook his head as though clearing it of disbelief.

I pressed the button for the eight floor. "That's were his room was," she said. "It would be too much if you have the same one." When we stepped out of the elevator, I swiped the key card to open the door directly across from the lift. "They had actual keys back then." We entered the room. She looked around. "I can't believe this. It's exactly the same room. It has been redecorated, which is to be expected. There was a double bed, not this king." She flung her arms around my neck and kissed me firmly. "Dave, you are making an old woman very happy."

"It will be twenty years before you are old," I said. "Tonight, you are a young hooker turning a trick." I placed my fingers gently on her cheek and gave her a light kiss. Another, slightly longer, kiss followed.

"As a hooker, I'm supposed to do whatever you want."

"What did he want?"

She knelt, unbuckled my belt, and opened my fly. I started to sit on the bed. "Not yet." Pushing my pants and shorts down together, my cock stood at half-mast just from being exposed to her face. She took it in one hand and began sucking on it while cradling my balls with the other. Her head bounced up and down on my dick. She ran her tongue lightly around the rim of my glans making me inhale sharply. After a minute, she took one of my balls into her mouth to suck on. "You shave. I like that." She continued stroking my cock while she sucked on my other nut. Her hand on my dick had brought it to full attention. She hummed on my nut. The vibration sent a tingle through my loins. She switched back to the first one and hummed again. "You can sit now." I sat down. She took my shoes, socks, pants, and shorts off my ankles while I removed my shirt.

Taking a step back, she drew her short dress up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her only garments were a black garter belt, sheer black stockings, and a pair of open-toes shoes. Her cleanly shaved pussy stared at me. "Is this how you were dressed that night?" I asked.

"I never wore underwear when I was out playing with men. It made me more tempting." Her nipples were sticking out a quarter inch.

"You are still very tempting. Damn, you're hot." I stretched out on the bed. She laid on top of me and wiggled her pussy against my cock. "There's no need to be in a hurry. Not everything has to be the same as thirty-seven years ago. You have a beautiful body. I want to savor it."

Her breasts did sag a bit, but not enough to need a bra. They pressed into my chest with their stony nipples against mine. She gave me a tender kiss. "You're a charmer. You're right. There is no reason to rush things."

I placed my hands on her bottom and took my time bringing them up her back to her shoulders. Her skin was warm and smooth. I rolled her over onto her back. She sighed as I kissed her long neck on both sides. Her shoulders received my oral blessings next. Her hand was on the back of my neck and head as each collar bone received its quota of kisses. Her breathing was slow and deep. Slowly, deliberately, I kissed circles around her breasts, my lips lingering a moment before moving on to the next spot. I put my mouth a nipple and slowly closed my lips raising it to a shining peak. Her other side received the same treatment.

I continued my oral ministrations crisscrossing her tummy going closer to her navel with each trip. Her breathing became sharper with each kiss. When I reached her belly button, she giggled as I tongue fucked it. "That tickles," she said. Her giggling turned to hysterical laughter as I continued to contemplate her navel. "Stop it!" I took a deep breath and blew it out making her tummy vibrate. "You're horrible!" I glanced up at her broad smile. "No man has ever done that to me." My lips continued across her abdomen, then made a return trip lower down.

Her legs spread apart. I planted kisses in the creases between her groin and her legs staying away from her labia. Moans and groans replaced her laughter. I went down the front of her thighs to her knees, then came back up on her inner thighs. Her pussy lips had opened on their own. My tongue slid up one lip to over her clit, then repeated on the other side. Working from one side to the other, I kissed my way up her slit to her clit. Lightly I circled her nubbin with my tongue. Her breathing became deep and rapid. "Don't stop that," she moaned. "You make me feel so good." I continued the circles for a minute. Her breathing became heavier. I wrapped my lips around her clit and hummed a bass level note. She shrieked and clamped her thighs against my head. As I continued to hum, her hips bucked against my jaw. For a full minute she screamed in ecstasy before her shaking subsided. I paused to let her relax a bit. "That was fabulous." Softly I started humming again at middle C. Slowly I increased the intensity, and her legs again imprisoned my skull. I added a few extra notes before going up to D. More notes again before changing to E. She laughed as she recognized the song I was humming.

Her laughter ceased almost immediately. She took my shaft in her hand and positioned it at her opening. Her juices flowed freely. I eased the tip of my cock into her. I paused to be sure my aim was correct, then rammed myself full-length into her cunt. She screamed as my cock found her cervix. Our mouths forced themselves together. My tongue brushed her lips, and she inhaled sharply. The lip lock continued as I slowly pumped her with the full length of my dick. I felt another orgasm building in her. With several short thrusts, I sent her over the top again. My passions rose as I gave her long, rapid jabs. Her pussy muscles tightened her grip on me as my loins tensed. My balls rose, and I pumped a half dozen loads of my seed into her womb.

We held each other tightly as we fought for breath. Several minutes passed before either of us could breathe normally. As I lifted myself up, I noticed a tear in Stella's eye. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked her.

"No," she said almost choking on her words. "You did everything right. I wish I had the right to fall in love with you. Unfortunately, I'm too old for you."

"I understand why you say that, but I respectfully disagree. You have the right to love whomever you choose."

"That's very sweet of you to say that. You are a wonderful lover. I should pay you. Some girl someday will have the very good luck of stealing your heart. You are better than my husband was. He was good at fucking. We enjoyed each other's bodies immensely. You're different. You didn't fuck me." Her voice began to crack. "You made love to me. You cared about my pleasure. No man has ever done that for me. You are still inside me, and you're still hard. Dave, I'm giving you your money back."

"No," I said firmly. "Tonight was about reliving a very important event in your life. The money is part of your memories. Cherish all of them, not just bits and pieces."

The dam burst. Her joyous crying tugged at my heart. She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me. "Could I at least spend the night with you?"

"I have a meeting at eight which will last most of the day. Afterwards, I have a six-hour drive home. I do have someone waiting for me."

"Just my luck. You're married. We prostitutes make a lot of money off married men."

"It's my mother."

"Are you just saying that to assuage my feelings?"

"No, I still live at home."

"Mothers should be a high priority. Okay, but let's have a night cap first."

"I was about to suggest the same thing."

The window table was occupied when we returned to the bar. We sat at the end of the bar. "He knows what I drink," Stella said.

The waitress stood at my side when I placed our order. "I don't think I've ever seen two happier people," the bartender said.

"I'll second that," she said.

"You know her?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," he said. "Evidentially you guys had a good time."

"That's an understatement. She's worth every penny."

"What?" the bartender yelled.

"She was the best hundred dollars I ever spent."

"Hey, asshole! That's my mother! I should beat the living shit out of you!"

Stella jumped up and dashed to the bar. "Jeremy George," she snapped. "You lower your voice right now. How dare you embarrass me like that?"

"He said you are a whore!"

"He's right!"

Jeremy's eyes watered. "He can't be. You're my mother. You go to church and sing in the choir. You volunteer at the shelter for battered wives."

Stella's face flushed. "It's time you knew a few things. I planned never to tell you this, but now I don't have a choice. Remember our conversation earlier?"

"Yes. This the thirty-seven-year anniversary of you and Dad meeting."

"He was sitting at the window table when I came in. Thirty-seven years ago, I was a prostitute. I wasn't very subtle. I walked right up to him, lifted the front of my dress to show him I wasn't wearing panties, and told him he could have me for a hundred dollars. I took his money. We went to his room, and we fucked." She paused to let her words sink into Jeremy's mind.

"It sounds like 'like father, like son'," the waitress said.

"Ellen, shut up!" Jeremy snapped. "We agreed never to talk about it."

Stella stared at her son, then her daughter-in-law. "You, too?" Stella said.

Ellen nodded her head. "He paid two hundred for me. Inflation. I hope we have a son who will carry on your family tradition."

Sensing a family meeting was starting, I kissed Stella and took my drink to my room.